"Did you prepare the fire, Rosalie!"
Rosalie grumbled by her mother's voice. "Oh lord." She was extremely tired today and here her mother was sending her about. "Not yet!" She replied when she remembered that she was asked a question from her mother. "Coming!" She alerted.
Just when she alighted from the broken branch that she was seated outside of their house, she saw a familiar silhouette from afar. It looked familiar but it was not. Rosalie strained her eyes farther trying to gauge the form that approached. Her eyes widened. "Hermione!" She shrieked in surprise.
Rushing forward she got to her halfway. "What happened? Why…. why are you like this…. what's going on?" She asked, looking worriedly perplexed.
Hermione didn't say anything, she can't muster the strength to speak. Her wet eyes could only stare at her friend hopelessly. Her only hope left to survive.
