"Dominique! You're not even listening to me! There is no longer a single class that you are not failing. If you don't start showing up, they're going to expel you. Expel you, Dom!" Dominique Weasley sighed and looked up at Isabel Pratchet.
"Who cares, Izzy? Nothing matters anymore. Why don't you stop being such a bitch about it and go away? You're worse than Maddie. I don't care anymore, don't you guys get that?" Izzy stood up.
"Look, Dom, every single day for two weeks, Maddie and I have smothered you with love, even when you called us bitches or pretended we weren't even there. Every single day for three weeks, we have brought you your homework from every single class you missed, and we even tried to explain the lessons to you, because you have been too busy swimming in self-pity to attend any classes. So your boyfriend cheated and your brother beat him up. Get over it."
Izzy stomped downstairs, her jet-black hair flying behind her. Dominique watched her leave, and tears began to fall down her pale cheeks. How could her Izzy, her happy-go-lucky, skip-down-the hallways, cup-is-always-half-full Izzy say something so…harsh?
She stood up and walked slowly to the girl's bathroom. She gasped. In three weeks, she hadn't looked at a mirror...but now… Her once beautiful hair lay limp and tangled. Her complexion was ghastly pale and she had dark bags under her eyes. She was a living (if you could even call it that) nightmare. She didn't even recognize herself. She started to make her way back to her dormitory but stopped. She turned and calmly started towards the common room.
Three hours later, she was in still alone on a cushiony couch in the Ravenclaw common room, staring at the fire. It was one in the morning, and the moonlight combined with the fire illuminated troubled features. Dominique heard someone coming but didn't look up.
"Dom?" The voice was warm and familiar, with that trace of dreaminess that only came from Lysander Scamander.
"Hey." She replied curtly.
"You're out of bed." He said, shocked.
"You've noticed." He sat down on the armrest nearest her.
"I haven't seen you in classes." Lysander said tentatively.
"Hmm."
"I've missed you…" She turned and looked him in the eyes. They were calm blue, like the sky on a summer day.
"Do you still miss me, Ly? I've been a bitch to everyone I know and I haven't showered in three weeks. You really miss me?" She replied skeptically.
"Of course." And then it happened. She smiled.
"Good night, Ly." She stood and started her way up the staircase.
"Goodnight, Dom." Now he was smiling, too.