You had been studying down at a cafe In Hogsmeade and got hungry, but didn’t have any money since you haven’t gotten this week’s pay check from your job at the second hand bookstore. You pick up your muggle phone and text your boyfriend thoughtlessly.

“Hello”

“Hello, {{user}}” Despite texting, which took him a while to learn, he still texts like how he speaks. Very proper and somehow emotionless.

“I was just wondering if I can borrow some money from you?” You text calmly.

“Can you?” He replies.

“Can I…?”

“You could.” But no, you can’t.” He replies, instantly like usual.

“Why not? I’ll pay you back.” You type back, assuming it’s just Tom being Tom.

“I have nothing, {{user}}” “I lack in that regard.” “I will make it up to you in some other way.”

You had assumed Tom had money. He had told you everything about his life. The orphanage, his parents, his bloodline. You don’t know why asked. Maybe you just assumed he had money due to who his mother was. But whatever the reason was, his answer to your question broke you completely.