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"How could you do this?" Lily Evans, a girl with fiery red hair and equally scary temper, yelled, "How could you just leave me? Does our relationship mean anything to you?"
Her boyfriend, James Potter, opened his mouth but had gotten no words out before the raging girl continued. "All that time, wasted on nothing? She laughed bitterly. "I should've known. I should've known what I was gotten into. You have lived up to your reputation, I hope you're proud!"
The boy closed his mouth, instead choosing to focus on the commercial that was playing on the television. The girl started to pace across the small parlor, "Oh I am such an idiot, for Merlin's sake, I even let myself believe that a happy ending was going to happen! I mean, the ring was ordered, everything was good, I should've known it was too good. Oh, how could I be so stupid!"
In response to her tirade, James sat on the couch, staring blankly at the tele, blocking out Lily's words, instead opting to stay in his own thoughts. Lily, however, did not notice, and continued "I believed in you. I trusted you. I mean, Harry here loves you! He kicks every time he sees you, I swear he does. How could you just leave us? It's really scary, do you know that? You have got to stop, really, or we'll die from a heart attack from a bad scare or something. Really. Geez…" The boy, or man ran a hair through his hair, causing a disapproving look from her, a leftover habit that continues even in her current state. He looked around the room, desperate for something to look at, preferably not one who's mad as a raging raccoon. His eyes fell on the television, and he noticed that the show, Lily's favorite, is on.
"Lils?" James interrupted timidly, afraid she's going to blow up on him again.
"what?!"
"The show's back on." As soon as those words left his lips, the red headed girl raced to the sofa, sat herself down beside her husband, and rubbed her stomach affectionately, hoping to get her happy ending before the hour is up.
;;;A/N: this was written in response to my own fair share of yelling at the television. Review if you can, it literally makes me dance like an ant with two sets of legs.