By the time Harry returned his broom and snuck into the kitchens for lunch he had talked himself in and out of breaking up with Tom several times. His head was a mess, he was so angry steam was coming out of his ears, and his heart ached. Had anyone in the history of the world ever felt this miserable? He wandered around the castle for hours until he conceded defeat and the unavoidable need for a nap. Being so angry was exhausting.