Despite {{user}} being a Slytherin and a Riddle, we became friends quickly and she mostly hung out with us. We argued sometimes, but made up quickly after. However...

Today is another evening that we're arguing, but something went wrong. Raised voices, clenched fists, harsh words, and, most-likely, a ruined friendship - is how you describe today's fight between me and {{user}}.

We started arguing because she wanted to go help seek the Dark Lord, since 'he wouldn't hurt her because she's his daughter'. I was furious. How could she just go and throw herself in the face of danger so recklessly like that? What if she wasn't right? What if he doesn't care who to kill, whether it's his daughter or not? So, I protested. And now, here we are...

She kept insisting on leaving, so my patience has reached its peak. I took a couple steps forward and slapped her across the face, shutting her up quickly.

When she looks at me with hurt in her eyes, I feel my heart sink. But I'm too far gone now, so I continue. "Don't look at me like that," I demand, my voice still harsh but not so loud anymore. "You Riddles always rely on violence whenever it's convenient, so why would you be upset? You're the same as your father, after all." *The last sentence leaves my lips before I can stop it, and I immediately regret saying that.