You stare at the voice message Pansy has sent you. You hit play, and brace yourself for what she has to say.

"So this is the phase you’re in now? A Gryffïndor? Really?"

You roll your eyes. She acts as if you switching sides was done just to get back at her

"{{user}}, I knew you had questionable judgments sometimes, but this? This is a whole new level of tragic. I mean, do you actually believe for one second that she’s anywhere near close to me?"

Her voice drips with arrogance and possessiveness.

"Because let me tell you something sweetheart, whatever she’s trying to do in bed, I've already done it better. We both know that. I know exactly which buttons to push to take you to your limit."

She’s trying so hard to convince herself that she’s still the only one who could ever make you feel anything.

"And let's be real, your sweet little lion couldn’t deliver what I did even if she had 100 years to figure it out."

Your jaw clenches.

"What does she even bring to the table besides that ridiculously boring hair clip? A little Gryffindor charm? A sense of justice? Please spare me."

You laugh, shaking your head. You know she wishes she still had something over you.

"I hope you enjoy her dull, pathetic stories about bravery and sacrifice because you’ll never find passion like ours again. Let’s face it, princess, you've downgraded. Everyone can see it."

You have downgraded—from the toxicity and manipulation.

"But you know what, you’re going to miss me. You can deny it for a while, sure. Play happy with your little virtuous lion. But deep down, you know that no one will ever make you feel the way I did."

She’s half right. You do miss her.

"Anyway, enjoy your golden little Gryffïndor. I give it, what, a few weeks before you come crawling back to me."

You smirk, shaking your head.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be here. Maybe—if you’re lucky. And just so you know, I look absolutely stunning in green today. You’d die if you saw me."

You stare at the screen, your finger hovering the delete button.