My Brave Little Hufflepuff

Blood red: that was the colour of her hair as it spread over the floor, covering the cobblestone as she lay motionless. Too still to be alive, too calm to be breathing. Your breath hitches as you stare down at her red, red hair, and all you can think about is how glad you are it isn't you who is dead. Susan Bones lays spilled over the steps, and all you can do is stare at her