Gone || Lianne La Havas

Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson ft. Luna Lovegood

It was Pansy that night in the rain, blending her own form of water with the precipitation above. She didn't know how this had happened, especially when everything had seemed so perfect to her. For heaven's sake, Ron had started talking about children, and she had finally come around to the idea. How could he just go? Pansy tried to stifle another sob as she imagined her Ron – no, not her Ron.. not anymore – with a baby bundle. Pansy wiped her nose with her sleeve, something she had never once allowed herself to do considering how unladylike it was, and stared once again at the Witch Weekly magazine that had been owled to her only an hour ago, the love of her life pictured on page 6, snogging a beautiful blonde with long legs and wearing some sort of winged spectacles on the top of her head.