"Mobiliarbus clothes." She flicked her wand and the last of her belongings floated into the awaiting final trunk. With a resounding click, she locked it, then shrunk it to place inside her magically expanded purse with everything else.
She strode purposefully out of the room, only to be halted in the living room by him. He grasped her upper arm tightly, and she was yanked back harshly.
"Where are you going with that?"
"I'm not doing this anymore, Ronald," she said through tight lips.
"But we're supposed to get married, 'Mione!"
"Not anymore," she replied softly. She pulled herself from his grip, and placed her hand in his for a short moment. When she pulled away, he opened his hand to find the expensive engagement ring he had given her four short months ago. His head fell, eyes closed in defeat.
She took a step towards the door only to pause once more at a quiet, "Wait."
"I've already made up my mind, Ronald. Don't try to change it."
"I won't. I know how bloody stubborn you are," he replied, laughing to himself. "I just have one last thing to ask. Just, why?" She turned around, looking at him with thoughtful brown that now brimmed with tears instead of thoughts.
"Love is sometimes magical, Ron. However, sometimes magic itself can be an illusion. We never truly loved each other, you know that deep inside, but the war had convinced us otherwise. Goodbye, Ron." Then she disappeared with a loud crack.