I’m in the dorm first this time, a glass of firewhiskey in my hands, untouched. She said every week, which would mean today would be when we try again. I wanted her. I can accept that now. This isn’t the way I wanted to have her, but im selfish and I want her. I look at the clock. She’s definitely done with dinner (she barely eats) and its not like she’s studying anything for school (I haven’t seen her turn in any assignments) my brow furrows as I wonder where she could be, who she could be with, what they could be doing. I assume she’s with Weasley, but I don’t know for sure. Maybe she’s on a date. That would-