After sending word for Roo to meet her, the blonde quickly made her way out to the wooden bridge and plopped down. She cared not if it was wet, snowy, cold, anything. Her life was OVER. Ruined. Crushed. And she just needed her friend. He was always good at distraction and cuddles. Not that Sam wasn't, but she was just in the mood for a Roo right now.

Pulling her wool hat down lower the Gryffindor stared at her hands in her lap. Her nails were horrible at the moment. Atrocious. Hideous. Starting to scrape at the polish she found herself crying. Over spilt nail varnish? Looked that way, certainly. Not that she gave a Merlin's patooty what others might think if they saw her at the moment. She was, honestly, in the mood to fight someone if they crossed her. A feeling that she usually kept at bay.

Where was a stupid American when she needed one?