[George has awoken Red after loosing a fight.]
Red Pollard: I lost?
George Woolf: No, you clobbered him.
~Seabiscuit
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"So you and Davies broke up?" He said as he ran a hand through his hair. "So that's it, is it?"
She sort of smiled, a shaky sort of smile and coughed into her hand. "Yeah Seamus, yeah we did. Yeah that's it."
"I'm sorry, Parvati."
"You don't have to be," she said, "you don't have to be sorry at all." She said, perhaps sourly.
"I know," he said, "but I am anyway."
"Don't be ridiculous," she said sharply. "I'm fine."
"...how did it happen?"
"The break up?"
"Yeah."
"It just sort of happened Seamus," she shrugged, "it was quick."
"You're sad," he said simply.
"Maybe," she said, "maybe."
"Why?"
"It was love, Seamus. Who wouldn't miss it?"
"But it wasn't true love," he said softly.
"It didn't have to be."
They sat in silence the rest of the evening. He sort of stared at the way the crystal tears came out of her royal-blue eyes, and she just peered into the burning hearth, sucking on a sugar quill. She silently stomped her feet along the common room carpet, in time to the flames.
"I'm going to go to bed now," she said.
"Why don't you stay down here with me for a while?" He said looking up from Quidditch Through the Ages.
"I don't think that's a good idea," she said firmly. "You're busy, I'm busy, we're both just really busy...and I love you to death Seamus but I'm hurt right now and I can't stand the idea of you seeing me like this."
"Okay, baby."
"Night, Seamus."
"Night."
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