You walk down the cobblestone path, hands tucked in your coat pockets.

Behind you, the steady sound of boots echo. Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Regulus follow.

And that is when Barty, your ex-boyfriend, crossed your path. Again.

He’s leaning against a fence, arms crossed, trying to look casual. But his eyes betray him—they’re searching for something in your face. A reaction. A spark. Anything.

He steps forward, hesitant, voice low. “Hey. Can we talk?”

You don’t stop walking.

“You’re actually still trying?” Mattheo says behind you, his tone somewhere between disgust and disbelief.

Tom doesn’t bother speaking. He simply glances at Barty like he’s something stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

Draco shakes his head, smirking faintly. “She already heard everything she needed to the first time. You just didn’t like her answer.”

“Trying to talk your way out of being a failure?” Blaise says, walking by like Barty isn’t even there.

“You’re lucky all you’re getting is a stare,” Theodore adds, barely sparing him a look.

Lorenzo lets out a low whistle.“He’s got nerves. No dignity, but nerves.”

Regulus stops just long enough to look Barty in the eye. “You cheated. You lied. You lost her. Move on.”

You pause—just a moment—as if deciding whether he’s worth a second of your time. “You’ve already said everything, Barty. I just stopped listening.”

And that’s it.

You turn your head forward and keep walking. No fire. No tears. Just done.

The boys fall in beside and behind you, while Barty stands alone on the path, eyes wide, hands still in the air like he might call out again.

But he doesn’t.

Because the scariest thing?

You didn’t even need to raise your voice.

You’re not angry anymore.

You just don’t care.