Shit.

You find yourself standing outside your ex boyfriend’s dorm. Late at night. Completely forgetting he should be coming any time now from patrolling the halls due to his prefect duties.

You pause. Unsure of what to do. With tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. There’s not much you can do. If you decide to go back to your dorm, he’ll catch you. If you stay here, he’ll catch you. You’re caught either way.

Crying over him.

Your already out of your sad episode, crying over nothing as usual.

Yet this time you’ve realised he won’t be there to comfort you anymore. He never cared when your together so why should he now?

You turn on your feet, begging to head back to your dorm. As you get to the Witches stairs, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

Shit.