"Life goes on after losing love, get with the program!" Rebecca screeched at me, "It's not my fault Rob's gone okay! You were the one who told me he was so cute cause he thought he wasn't good enough for you, or wasn't dependable enough! It's also not my fault he left you for his problems!"Rebecca slammed the bedroom door behind me as she slid down the side of it and held my head in my hands.

I softly knocked on the door, knowing how hard it was for my roommate to deal with all the drama surrounding the situation. Rob was gone now. He wasn't going to come back, and he wasn't going to declare his undying love for me now. I had let him be my life and now he still was. Just in a different way. I had always known deep down that one day he would dump me. I just hadn't known it would be so soon. Rob had said he just didn't feel it anymore. There was no chemistry between us anymore. Ha! Chemistry! What a joke! That's how this all started, chemistry."Han, we have, I don't know, something special. A chemical mixture without any royal gases." Rob had said one day to me. I let him know it was the cheesiest line I'd ever heard and I ate it up.

Everything to him was about science. About catalysts and reactants. His goal in life was to go farther than anyone else had ever gone.He wanted to see how far he could push the envelope before it exploded, to see how deep into the flames he could go without getting burned. Personally, I hated it. All he ever talked about was the way he planned to change the world. What a muggle! He could change the world just fine with a wand, but no. He couldn't just leave it at that! Rob had wanted to achieve something in "the real world" without the help of Felix Felicis. What an idiot Rob had been! Always talking of life, patience, a calling. He had been sweet though. He had never hurt me, well, except for now.

Turns out that his "calling" was pretty near muggles, just not in the same way. Somehow during the summer he had gone to some meeting for Voldemort's followers. His stupid friend was in it, Knott. my parents had loved Rob. They had called him... a nice, humble, respecting, charming, and loving boy. I had agreed whole-heartedly with them. He had fooled us all it turns out. All I had gotten was a CD on my dresser from him and a paper heart note.

Hannah,

We can't see each other anymore.

Best of luck,

Rob

That was it, no charade or huge ordeal. Just a "best of luck." I had known already about his fascination with the death-eaters. How he marveled at the way they executed their lives the way they wanted to. He had graduated that year from Beuxbatons. As a 7th year he had attracted my attention, me, as a 5th year, hadn't tried to woo him or to impress him. I was not the type of girl to try anything like that.

Flashback

Hannah sat down on the bench outside and looked out at the perfectly manicured lawns.Bending down to my bag, she pulled out "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Platt. Opening it up to her paper bookmark she slipped out the bookmark and put the edge in her mouth to chew on. It had become a ritual. Come to the gardens, bring a book, chew on the bookmark, read 40 pages out here and then head back to the school to study. She barely noticed a figure sit down next to her. She hit the 40 page mark, put the bookmark back into the book, and started to pack up now.

"Are you done now?" Asked the tall (or atleast he looked like he was) boy, next to her.

She jumped and replied steadily,"Yeah," Hannah stuck out my hand,"I'm Hannah."

"I know, I'm Rob. Nice to meet you." Rob took my hand and firmly shook it, "Do you, erm, want to walk back to the castle?" He asked awkwardly, not quite meeting her eyes.

"Sure." She said non-chalantly figuring he seemed nice enough. Rob stood up and waited for her as she put her book back into her tan corduroy tote. Hannah stood and joined him,"Are you ready?" She asked.

"Sorry if I scared you, I was just, erm..."

"Yes?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but my friend has been trying to talk to you for a month, but just can't work up the courage. He sent me to ask you if you wanted to go to town with him this weekend." Rob spurted out as quickly as his mouth would allow him.

"Whose your friend?"

"George Reiner."

" He's a seventh year right?"

"Yeah, he's in all my classes."
" I know who he is I think. Tell me something about him."

"He's ummm... a 7th year, and he's really good at wizard's chess, and he's the oldest of 4 kids, and, he's really... nice?"

"Look, I know it takes a lot of courage to ask someone out. So I understand why he sent you, but why does he even want to ask me out?"

"Well, why not? The way he says it, it sounds as if you're untouchable."

"I wish," She giggled, " Tell him... I'll think about it."

"Thanks, bye!" He shouted as he ran to tell his friend.

"I wish." She smiled soberly as she started to wonder wether she should go out with him. It was weird he wouldn't just ask her out. He was what all the girls called,"Prime meat." He was just ,"Dreamy..." they would say. He asked girls out all the time. Why would she be any different? She wasn't excelling in any classes, and she wasn't popular, and she wasn't all that pretty even. In fact a lot of guys had been asking her out lately. Why this month would be any different she couldn't figure out. George was nice though. There had been that time when she tripped and fallen down the stairs. That was the only time she remembered him at all. George had run to her rescue and helped walk Hannah to the hospital wing to check out her leg.That was back in 4th year of course, so if there was any time to fall for her,she felt like, it would have been when he helped her. Yes, most definitely.

She went into the castle and headed to the 5th year's corridor. Inside of the hallway was a common room, a door to the right to the girl's rooms and a door to the left for the boy's. The common room was a pale yellow with a white flowery print on it. The flooring was wooden but a massive rug imported from India lay in the middle of the room, underneath the massive white couch ontop of it with regal high backed yellow chairs to each side. She fell back on the couch when she got to the commons, leaning her head back against the squishy pillow as she slowly lowered her eyelids, knowing that no one would make her move for atleast an hour.

End of Flashback

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