DISCLAIMER: HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO JKR, NOT ME

The younger, the more naive me would have went on and on about how everyone had a special someone. The older, less stupid present me would tell you about how pointless love was.

Because love IS pointless. Love is pointless, because nobody will ever love you enough to stay. At least, in my case.

Miranda. My world, my love. She didn't leave anything behind, just a note that said 'I'm sorry for leaving you like this, Oliver, but I can't love you when I'm in love with someone else. I hope you'll find your future someone one day. -Mir'

Cue the Crap-she-broke-up-with-me-I-am-gonna-get-myself-drunk-AF-then-wake-up-to-a-shitty-hangover cliche

God, even The Twins stopped making jokes at why Mir broke up with me and started trying to comfort me. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THOSE LITTLE SHITBAGS WHO I AM SURPRISINGLY STILL FRIENDS WITH?!

I am one pathetic Scotsman. Damn.

I heard the doorbell ring. I snapped out of my depressed state and opened up the door.

There stood Katie Bell, clad in muddy maroon Quidditch Gear, undoubtedly back from a Quidditch practice with the Stonewall Stormers.

"You're still being a depressed little girl?" She asked exasperatedly

I didn't answer but instead gave her a sort of melancholy stare.

She pinched her nose bridge and leaned against the doorframe

"Be back in about," she checked her watch, "five minutes. Stay put, eh?"

She apparated to God knows where.

True to her word, she came back in five minutes with a brown paper back in her hands.

She held up the bag

"Ice cream?" She asked

I opened my door wider and she stepped in, dripping mud and rain all over my threshold. She kicked off her boots and discarded her arm gear and dumped them in a squishy pile on my dinner table.

She plopped herself on the couch and motioned for me to follow suit. I sat down next to her and she handed me a tub of vanilla ice cream. My favourite.

We basically binged watch episodes of that muggle show 'Daredevil' until Katie said she had to leave and go back home or else her boyfriend would worry himself sick.

While she was pulling on her boots and gear, I asked her if she was going to bring more ice cream over tomorrow. She told me not to push my luck.

And she disappeared with a loud crack.

A/N: BTW THE STONEWALL STORMERS ARE AN ACTUAL CANON QUIDDITCH TEAM FROM THE HP UNIVERSE. THEY PLAY FOR CANADA (yay!). THIS IS PROBABLY GONNA BE A THREE SHOT. LOOK OUT FOR AN UPDATE. OH, AND SHOULD I KEEP THE THEME AS FRIENDSHIP OR SHOULD I TURN THIS STORY INTO A ROMANCE ONE? PM ME UR SUGGESTIONS… OR TELL ME EM IN UR REVIEW (makes a hopeful face because fuq u I really want a review. I put time into this and all I want in return is a bloody review and I'm rambling now so I'll shut up now… Sorry if I sounded rude) I ALSO HAVE A INSTAGRAM WHERE I MIGHT POST RANDOM SHIT ABOUT MY STORIES ON. FOLLOW ME. MY USERNAME IS THE SAME AS MY FANFICTION ONE.

-RKB