Harry and I were having a butterbeer at the hogs head, and I said, "You know, I saw Lavender again today."

"Yeah?" he said. "Where?"

"At Diagon alley. She was there with some guy named Jim. Scruffy beard. Kind of unkempt. I wanted to wish him better luck than I had with her, but I didn't. I really should have, though." I pushed my fringe back, knowing I would need a hair cut soon.

Harry nodded and said, "You still carry a torch for that woman, don't you?"

I smirked. "Not exactly a torch. A bit of a spark, maybe." I took my wand from my pocket and showed him a little spark. It flickered a little. Laughing to myself I put my wand back away.

"Last time we talked, she was pretty important," he said.

I sighed to myself. Somewhere behind the bar, bottles clinked together.

"Yeah, well, last time we talked, I was out of my mind. I mean, things were okay with her. She's cute, kind of interesting, and the sex wasn't bad. But since then, I've decided not to let women get under my skin. There was nothing she and I had that would justify any special effort to get her back." I took a swig of my drink.

"Love is strange," Harry said.

"You got that right," I said as I finished off my drink.

Harry and I were having butterbeer at the hogs head, and I said, "You know, I saw Lavender again today."

"Yeah?" he said. "Where?"

"At Diagon Alley. She was there with some guy named Jim. Scruffy beard. Kind of unkempt. I wanted to curse him until there was no chance he would ever survive, but I didn't. I really should have, though." I pushed my fringe back, knowing I would need a hair cut soon.

Harry nodded and said, "You still carry a torch for that woman, don't you?"

I smirked. "Not exactly a torch. A flame thrower, maybe." I took my wand from my pocket and shot so much fire from it it looked like a flame thrower. It flickered a little. Then I ignited the far end of the bar. I feel on the floor laughing so hard as I put my wand away, I couldn't believe how funny I was.

"Last time we talked, she was pretty important," he said.

Black, oily smoke filled the room. Somewhere behind the bar, bottles exploded.

"Yeah, well, last time we talked, I understated everything. Life with her was paradise. We loved the same sports, the same movies, the same music. She was a brilliant conversationalist, and in bed she moved like a cat. Since then, I've been unable to touch another woman. Compared to Lavender, other women are about as erotic as lumps of clay. There was nothing she and I had that I wouldn't die to have for five minutes again." I took a swig from my drink but eventually decided I might as well just eat the cup, so I started biting chunks from the glass cup.

"Love is strange," Harry said.

"You got that right," I said as we were overcome with smoke.