This type of feeling was horrible. She felt sad, miserable, horrible and every word that was a synonym to sad. And she couldn't do anything about it. She was unable to conjure up a single happy thought and couldn't even move at that. Well, she probably could if she tried hard enough but she didn't. She felt so weak, so useless and she felt like crying. Melanie Sung felt like curling up into a little ball and then go onto crying her eyes out. The dementor was so close... so...
Melanie could hear a familiar voice calling her name and telling her to get down. Yes, get down, Melanie should do that but she couldn't... or well... maybe she could because she had fallen over and was no longer in the grip of the dementor.
It hurt. Her head. She must've bumped it against the floor when someone knocked her to the ground. And though her vision was a bit blurry, she could make out the dark shapes that flew out of the Gryffindor common room. The dementors had left.
And Melanie felt like she would leave too. Everything was slightly blurry and she was tired. It was like there was a heavy weight on her. Oh wait... that was probably... blinking her eyes a few times and then squinting, she could see the person who had saved her. "Thanks Penelope," Melanie muttered, patting the girl, and then closing her eyes. So... tired.
__________________ though we're strangers 'til now, we're choosing a path between the s t a r s________________._____________
♡ ♡_______________________.__________________________ ____i'll leave my .l o v e. between the stars...
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