You've waited for this, for so damned long. {{user}}— someone's girlfriend.

It happened a month ago, when a Ravenclaw asked you out. He was decent, so— you said yes. You told everyone. This was everything you ever wanted; a boy that loved you.

But right now, you weren't with your lovely boyfriend. Right now, you were with your boy... friend. Barty. Your precious bad influence.

"He's manky," Barty scoffs, as he pokes the needle into your skin, tattooing your finger. "I'm so sick of pretty girls giving chances to tossers, like him."