I take one last swig of fire whiskey as I climb on top of the railing, tiny muggle cars whizzing on the streets below me like fairy lights. Goodbye, Draco. I hope you’re happy. I hope he’s happy. He’s lucky to have you. The look in his eyes flashes through my head as I bend my knees, the wind swirling my hair everywhere. This will be the last thing I ever see, I think morosely: Draco’s face, and the look in his eyes.