"10 points for Slytherin. Filthy cheaters, rotten--”
"Hufflepuff down by 140, only the snitch can save them now.”
The distant sounds of the Quidditch match echoed over the grounds, but she didn't notice. The match was just an opportunity for her to escape. She ambled through the snowy fields. She noticed smoke trailing from the chimney of Hagrid’s small hut. Though her housemates mocked him, she felt an understanding for the half-giant. Both stuck in a place they weren’t wanted.
She shivered as a crisp wind blew out over the lake, wishing she had dressed warmer. She turned and trudged back towards the castle. At least there’s a warm fire in the common room.
She paused. Though most of her house was watching the match, some who didn’t care for Quidditch would still be there. A hard knot formed in her stomach imagining more contemptuous glances and scornful remarks. Instead she headed around nearer the Quidditch pitch.
Another draft of air came, nearly knocking her off her feet. She found a nook in the castle wall and sat down, curling her legs up.
He walked out of the pitch just as another cheer went up from the green half of the crowd. There was no point in staying; Hufflepuff was bound to lose.
Walking towards the castle, he was hit with a blast of wind. Tugging his collar higher and hat lower, he continued a little faster. It was the perfect day to curl up by the fire with a book.
As he neared the doors, he saw something small and black stuck in a crevice of the wall. Getting closer, he saw it was a girl, and she was curled up in a shivering ball.
“Er... hello?” he said cautiously.
She lifted her head. Her vacant eyes were bloodshot. He recognized her as a Slytherin girl from his Charms class.
Glancing down at his black and yellow scarf, she narrowed her eyes. A disgusting color, just like the house.
“What do you want?” she asked icily.
“Oh, er... I was just wondering why you were out here, that's all,” he replied.
“What business is it of yours?” she said with the same bitter tone. Another biting wind made her shrink back into the crevice. “Just leave me alone.”
He took a step towards the castle doors, then stopped. Hesitating for a moment, he loosened the scarf from his neck and held it out. He winced as air attacked his face, “At least take this, it’s only going to get colder,” he offered.
Instantly her face contorted in anger as she sprang up. “I don’t need any pity or... charity! Especially from the likes of you!”
Startled and a bit hurt, he turned and walked away.
It only took one more severe blast from the wind to force her inside. Walking past a bare tree, head bowed against the snow, she felt something hit her face. Looking up she saw the black and yellow scarf stuck on a branch. She stared at it a moment, until a chill snuck up her spine and she grabbed it, wrapping it around herself. Warmth instantly spread back into her face and neck. She smiled into the soft fabric. Maybe yellow isn’t such a bad color after all.