A crumpled bit of parchment landed in the fireplace, the flames sprang at it greedily and within seconds it was gone.
Lily Evans
You're probably thinking that you did an honorable thing today. As I told you already, I didn't need that from you, or any other person, today, or ever again. Save your good for other good people
S.S.
A soft but almighty whoosh of wings announced the morning post. A handsome tawny skidded to a halt in front of a milk jug and stuck out its leg.
The strip of parchment attached to it read:
Fine. Be that way, Severus Snape.
L.E.
"Who's the love note from, Snape?"
"None of your business, Lestrange"
Black eyes scanned the Gryffindor table, and came to a rest on a bright red ponytail. The ponytail in question belonged to the proudest girl he ever met, who now despised him. It was how he wanted her to feel, but a part of himself regretted it. He wished he didn't care.
Then again, he thought, looking at the profile of Lucius Malfoy, learning not to care seems easy enough.
The red ponytail rose from the table and soon was at the doors, and out of sight.