“Who said Mattheo was a bad person? Harry?” you asked. The room had fallen quiet, and you could feel the weight of every gaze on you.

Ginny shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. “It doesn’t matter…” she muttered.

You leaned forward, the intensity in your eyes never wavering. “Cause if we wanna talk about people, let’s talk about Harry,” you said, your words laced with sarcasm.

“Harry is a good person,” Ron said, his voice steady but protective, as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed defensively.

You raised an eyebrow, almost amused by his response. “And Mattheo’s not?” you asked.

Hermione sighed, her brow furrowed as she glanced at you, trying to keep her composure. “We didn’t say Mattheo isn’t a good person. Harry’s had a very hard life,” she explained, trying to reason with you, though there was an edge of tension in her voice.

“Not harder than my life or Mattheo’s life!” you spat. The words left your mouth like venom, the heat of the argument turning your face flush.

Hermione’s voice softened but remained firm as she shook her head. “It’s different,” she said, her tone gentle, but it only made you angrier.

“Right,” you scoffed bitterly, rolling your eyes. “His parents d/ed, and our dad just tried to k/ll us. I don’t know which is worse,” you shot back. You glanced at Harry and Ron, your eyes burning. “And if you all were such f/cking losers with no self-respect, you'd drop her, ‘cause she treats you like sh/t!”

Hermione’s face turned red with fury. “Enough!” she shouted.

“What, I can’t say it to you all, but you can say it to me?!” you yelled.

“I never said you didn’t have any self-respect,” Hermione said, raising her hands in defense, her voice trying to calm the situation, but there was a hint of regret in her eyes.

“You don’t have to, ‘cause I can f/cking feel it!” you screamed. The words seemed to tear themselves from your throat, and in that moment, the silence after them felt deafening.