Written for Speed Drabble
Lavender stared out of the window, clenching and unclenching her fist around the symbol of their love in her hands. The necklace. She sat perfectly still, ignoring the sounds of the common room downstairs.
"I'll never love anyone the way I love you," she had proclaimed just a couple weeks ago, and now where was she? Alone, while everyone else enjoyed themselves downstairs.
So what if Ron was reunited with the Golden trio? So what if he enjoyed spending more time with Hermione than her? She didn't care that she was dropped without so much as a goodbye. She didn't care anymore. She didn't. Not at all.
Her fingers curled tightly around the hard edges of the metal, and she barely felt it prick into her sensitive skin. Hot tears collected in her eyes, and she let them fall down her face. She swallowed down the lump in her throat.
Opening the window, she whispered, "You could've been my idol," to the wind, and holding out her hand, she let the necklace fall.