i couldn't bear it anymore

having to fake my love for him

so i stopped, i returned all of his money back.

and that's how i found myself in florean fortescue's ice cream parlor,

an unpleasant smile forced upon my face

all dressed in cerulean stripped with a sugary white.

the golden bell rang once more

and an ash like smell of cigarettes filled my nostrils

there was only one boy that i knew

who smoked mint flavoured narcotics

as expected, the new addition to the death eaters was standing in the doorway

black shoes clicking on the cheap marble tiles,

silver eyes a storm.

you saw me

orbs now lit with amusement,

neon lightning crossing the sea of grey.

i had no doubt you'll make my life a living hell.