It had been nearly two weeks since Enzo broke up with you.

No warning. No explanation. Just done.

After almost two years of love, of whispered confessions in the dark, of holding hands between classes and slow kisses in the courtyard—he walked away. And since then, you hadn’t been the same.

The world moved on, but you hadn’t.

You stopped eating regularly. Your grades slipped. The bright, sharp girl everyone knew had grown quiet, hollow. Isolated. You skipped meals in the Great Hall, avoided eye contact in corridors, and barely spoke in classes. It was like someone had flipped a switch and dimmed your light entirely.

Tonight, though, your friends had had enough.

Pansy and the others cornered you in the dorm, demanding you get dressed and come with them to the Slytherin party in the common room. You resisted—of course you did—but they weren’t taking no for an answer.

“Enough is enough,” Pansy had said firmly, dragging you toward your closet.

Now, nearly an hour later, you stood in front of the full-length mirror in your dorm, barely recognizing the girl staring back. She looked like you—same eyes, same lips—but she was in a slinky, curve-hugging black dress that shimmered faintly in the candlelight. Her makeup was flawless, hair styled in soft waves that framed her face perfectly.

You still felt broken on the inside… but for the first time in days, you looked put together on the outside.

“You look gorgeous, you know.” Pansy’s voice broke through your thoughts, soft and sincere.

You glanced over at her. She wasn’t smirking like she usually did. She wasn’t teasing. She meant it.

The other girls murmured in agreement behind her as they fluffed their hair and adjusted their jewelry.

You gave a quiet nod, trying to summon a smile—but your stomach was in knots.

Because Enzo would be there. You hadn’t seen him much since that night. Always avoiding him if you could. You didn’t know how you’d react. If he’d look at you. If he’d smile.

What you didn’t know… was that he wasn’t doing well either.

Downstairs in the Slytherin common room, the party was already in full swing—music pounding, firelight flickering against the stone walls, students laughing and dancing as if nothing in the world could touch them.

But the moment you stepped out of your dorm and began descending the stairs, the air seemed to shift—like even the castle itself was holding its breath.

And somewhere across the room, Enzo looked up.