Chapter 225: The Letter of Suspicion

Rosina drew an apple on the soil with a stick. She had been sitting at the edge of the 12th pack's border wearing a blonde wig from Draco. She pulled the cloak closer to her body when the cold wind hit her skin.

"Ah, it's freezing," Rosina whispered and shivered. She dropped the stick and leaned back, looking at the grey clouds in the sky. "Looks like a storm is coming," she added.

Rosina had been sitting there for hours in that same place, and her back had been aching.

"Ugh, when will they come!?" Rosina groaned and stood up. She looked around to find an open space to lie on. She walked a few steps toward the area where the grass was thicker.

"This is the place," Rosina sighed with contentment as she lay on the soft grass and closed her eyes, feeling the coldness on her skin, but that didn't bother her.