Disclaimer- I'm not cool enough to come up with all of this. Just Callista.

"Cedric Diggory!"

Callista applauded with the rest of the Great Hall as Cedric rose to join the rest of the Triwizard champions. The month of October had come and gone, and the Triwizard Tournament had finally arrived. Callista looked back at Fred, who had a blank expression on his face. She leaned toward him and pulled a lonely, white hair from his head. Callista laughed as she thought back to his failed attempt at an Aging Potion.

"Did you find another one?"' Fred asked her.

Callista nodded and said, "This one was fairly noticeable. Anyone would see it."

Fred rolled his eyes. "Shit. Pomfrey said all of the greys would be gone."

"I think she lied."

"I wouldn't be surprised. She doesn't like me very much. I've sent too many people to see her."

"Poor baby. I'll look for the rest in the Common Room."

"Alright. And then we can-"

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the Great Hall.

Callista quickly turned to face the front of the room. She saw the parchment in Dumbledore's hand, and the nervous look in his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and her body went completely numb. She watched as Harry rose from the Gryffindor table. He shuffled to the front of the Great Hall and disappeared into a side room. Dumbledore followed behind him as McGonagall dismissed the entire hall.

"What just happened?" George asked during the walk back to the Common Room.

"It looks like Harry's bound to be in the Triwizard Tournament," Fred said. "How do you think he did it?"

George shrugged. "There's no way he got an aging Potion to work. He must've had someone put his name in the cup."

"It doesn't matter what he did," Ron said hotly, "He's a git for it."

"Do you honestly think he put his name in the Triwizard Cup?" Callista asked softly.

"Well, obviously!" Ron snapped as the tips of his ears turned pink. "He said it would be great to have eternal glory! And he's already close to having!"

"You act like Harry chose his life, Ron," Callista fired back, her voice rising, "He didn't want this. Nobody wants their parents to be dead!"

The entire corridor was looking at them. Ron's face turned bright red as he said, "I would think that you, of all people, would see what he's done. I guess you're stupider than-"

"Shut it, Ron," Fred said firmly, his eyes growing dark, "You're not going to talk to her like that. Understood?"

Ron said nothing, disappearing within the crowd of Gryffindors. Callista quickened her pace as her jaw tightened. She knew that Ron had always been jealous of Harry, but hadn't realized how bad it was. In the past years, she'd witnessed Ron loathing Harry's triumphs. This was the first time that he let his feelings be known, and the first time that he'd screamed in her face.

When she arrived in the Gryffindor Tower, Callista sat at her favorite spot by the fireplace and pulled her knees into her chest. Fred joined her, and traced the edge of her face with his fingertips. "Tell me what you're thinking," he whispered, "because right now, you're difficult to read."

"I'm mad," Callista said angrily, "True friends support each other, no matter what. Ron needs to realize that. And another thing, I can speak for myself. I don't need your help!"

Fred jumped to his feet. "I'm sorry!" he screamed. "I'm sorry that I try to look out for my girlfriend!"

"I don't need you to look out for me!"

"Of course you do! That's why you let people walk all over you."

"The only person who walk all over me is you."

The Common Room instantly went silent. Callista was now standing, with her arms tightly crossed. She looked at Fred with more hatred than she'd ever felt for him. Fred stared intensely at her with a wild look in his eyes. Fearing the worst, George moved from across the room and spoke up.

"Come on, Fred," he said, "Don't be like this."

"Shut it!" Fred snapped. "This has nothing to do with you!"

"Don't you dare talk to George like that!" Callista yelled.

"Why do you always do this?" Ceorge asked. "You always put her in this position. You always make her choose between you and everyone else. Why does she have to choose?"

"Because she'd better always choose me!" Fred spat back.

Callista felt her stomach drop. Her throat burned as a pang of nausea swept over her body. She felt disgusted by what she had heard. "Well," she said after a moment, "If you're going to make me choose between you and the rest of the world, then I'm sorry, but I can't be with you anymore."

She turned on her heel, and stormed up the stairs to her room. Callista slammed her door and slid down to the floor. She clenched her hand to her chest, breathing uncontrollably. Her body was shaking, but her heart was pounding too hard for her to tell. She stared up at the ceiling to keep herself from crying.

The doo slowly creaked open, and Callista quickly leapt from the ground. She was still shaking as she crossed her arms across her chest. Callista looked at Hermione as she stared at her cautiously.

"Callista," she said, walking toward her friend, "What's wrong?"

Callista only shook her head and threw herself onto her bed. Hermione sat behind her and patted her on the head. Into the pillow, Callista said, "I broke up with Fred."

"What?" Hermione asked.

Callista gradually pushed herself up from the bed. "I broke up with Fred," she said quietly.

Hermione cupped her hand over her mouth. "What happened?"

"I couldn't take it anymore! He hates everyone who isn't him. He was mean to Cedric, Ron, and George. It was completely my fault. I couldn't let anyone else get hurt."

"I'm sorry, Cal."

"Do you think Fred was out of line?"

"I guess."

"Did I do the right thing?"

Hermione sighed. "Callie, you did what you had to do. If that meant dumping Fred, then you did the right thing."

"But I still want to be with him. I just can't be with him when he's like this."

"If he cares about you as much as I think he does, he'll do whatever it takes to get you back."

"Hermione, you better be right."

Hermione laughed. "When have I ever been wrong? Just try not to think about Fred."

She slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom. Callista pulled the sheet around her bed and slid under the covers. She nuzzled her face into her pillow and silently cried herself to sleep.

Fred heard Callista's words ringing in his ears. He could already feel a hole forming in his heart. He knew that she wouldn't kiss him in the morning; she wouldn't hold his hand under the table in the Great Hall. The highlight of his life had faded away.

"Freddie," George whispered, placing a hand of his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Fred said, "Listen, George. I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"It's fine-"

"No, it's not. I treated you and everyone like shit. And now, the only girl I'll ever care about is gone!"

"You love her, don't you?"

"I don't know. I mean, I think about her all of the time. I want to give her everything that I can. I couldn't live if something bad happened to her. I-"

"Love her."

"So what if I do? It doesn't matter anymore. She broke up with me."

"Fred, she didn't break up with you because she doesn't care about you. She did it because she needs you to change. She can't have a boyfriend who picks fights with everyone."

"I need her back, George. I'll do whatever it takes."

"Well, Fred," George said, "Let's get started."