I just had to do one final thing, and I had to excel and not have anyone suspect anything, or our whole thing might combust. I was supposed to meet the boys for our monthly Slytherin meet-up and I had to act like I was the same old Pansy, like I didn’t know one of my best friends was getting his dick wet by some slut, while the other was crying her tears in my lap every other night. I had to pretend I didn’t want to claw his eyes out and cut his dick off and feed everything to the rats... no, I couldn’t do any of that. I had to smile, push through those three hours with them, and then I could go back home and punch a wall.