Wandering in the dark trees (Open)

[Richard Romain]

Richard didn't even know where he was going anymore. He'd started walking from the hospital, intent on walking to a place where he could catch a portkey home. Instead he'd just... walked. And he hadn't stopped. He'd walked past all of the people in the street, not responding when he jostled some and out-right knocked over others. He was just... walking. He wasn't thinking. To think was to dwell on what was lost. To dwell on his sweet little Raven, who was by now testing her wings out in heaven.

Looking around him, he blinked a little bit. He was in a forest of some kind. To be fair he wasn't even sure if he was still in Britain anymore. He remembered disapparating several times in the evening, just to continue walking. Sighing a little bit he slumped by a tree, sitting down and resting his back against it. He was alone as far as he could tell and he gladly let his grief overwhelm him, bringing him to tears.