After a few awkward minutes of hiding behind the curtain, I finally decided to just disillusion myself and then walk out of the room. The whole plan went surprisingly well when Scorpius and his tart just decided that they hadn't closed the door properly and then figured a draft had blown it open.

But their stupidity didn't make the thought of them being together any more enjoyable, I think bitterly to myself. I continue contemplating my unwarranted jealousy as I make my way down the hallway, heading in the direction of my common room.