A/N: So for everyone who is hating on Lorcan, here's a little more ammunition for you. And long live the Weird Sisters.

Oh darling, who needs joy?

Who needs a perfect girl or boy?

And who needs to draw that person near?

Not I

Because they always disappear

Not I

And you know, I'm tired of love

Yeah, I'm sick of love

-Who Needs Love? Razorlight

December 3

I feel like I've been confunded. Or bludgered in the face at least 15 times. Or maybe run over by the Hogwarts Express. Basically, on the shock level of 1 to 10, I would have to be at about an 87 right now.

Of all the things I could have imagined happening with Lorcan, of all the ways our relationship could have ended, I never once saw it happening this way.

I figured we would come to a mutual understanding at some point in the far future, maybe realize our careers were taking us to different places, maybe decide that we were in separate emotional stages, maybe realize we were growing apart, maybe him learning I've been cheating…

I don't know. There were lots of ways it could have happened I suppose. But like I said, I pictured all of these events occurring far, far in the future. Like, after we had graduated future. And I always imagined it would be a rather mutual affair. Unless, I'm embarrassed to say, I imagined that I would be the one to end things.

Especially lately, what with my fraternizing with another gentleman and all that.

Perhaps that was arrogant of me. I mean, I have always felt that he could find someone better than myself, but I never actually felt that he would. If you had told me, yesterday, that Lorcan would have suddenly found someone new who he had fallen 'head over heels' for, and therefore dropped me with hardly a second thought, I wouldn't have given it much thought.

Even if you had taken Divination.

I suppose it shouldn't really be hitting me this hard. It shouldn't be such a shock I mean; lately I've been a perfect example of how to be a terrible girlfriend. Apparently in the five times I had blown off our study sessions in the library he had been 'becoming closely acquainted' with Lucy Varnechuk. A fifth-year Ravenclaw. And yes, her name really is Varnechuk. I've never heard of a name that sounded more like upchuck in all my life! And she's barely fifteen! I'm sure her maturity knows no bounds.

He declared that 'they had just connected, the had so much in common, and they had such passion' (um, excuse me, I am as studious as the next girl who is top of her class, but how do you find passion whilst studying? A game of footsie under a table in the Library? I mean, come on).

They first 'connected' the night of the Ravenclaw victory party. The night of my first tryst with a certain blonde-haired enemy. The night where it was Lorcan's very absence that had upset me to the point of drowning my sorrows in whiskey and finding solace in the arms of another.

Apparently 'when you're the only two students in the whole of Hogwarts who do not feel the need to get rowdy because of a stupid game, developing a deep connection is inevitable'. Those were the exact words that he used.

What did I ever see in this guy?

He said that he had been unintentionally distancing himself from me as he became more and more attached to Lucy. The Upchuck. He felt that it was his moral duty to follow his heart and let his emotions draw him onto his destined life path. Again, who talks like that?

If anything, I suppose my guilt has lessened slightly. Slightly. I mean, it's not like I was the one running around with true feelings for someone else. Although, it has not escaped my attention that he was the one with the courage to say something, the one who took control and confessed his feelings, the one who walked away.

Except that he had someone to walk away with.

And I know that cheating is cheating, and what I did was completely deplorable no matter what Lorcan was doing, but still. He was falling for someone! Don't tell me that that's not worse than having a case of uncontrollable lust.

Is it?

Merlin, how I wish you would answer my questions, instead of just sitting there all blank and boring and silent and unhelpful. And I know that Aunt Ginny once had a talking diary that was all possessed and evil and manipulated her and stuff, but I'm sure there are some nice ones around.

You know, ones that are just friendly and can give you much-needed life advice.

Maybe I'll owl Aunt Ginny. She tends to give reliable advice, unlike her daughter, and there is no way I can go to my Mum about something like this. She absolutely adores Lorcan, and has always been so supportive of our relationship; so proud that I had found a bloke who was 'studious and responsible and polite and just so thoughtful'. She literally gushed over him; it was slightly nauseating.

Though I'm sure Dad will be just thrilled that I am no longer 'ensnared in that boy's clutches'. Yeah, Dad was never overly fond of him. Actually, I suppose that's not true. He liked Lorcan well enough until he started liking me well enough, and then it was all downhill from there.

Though it's slightly humiliating that he (he being Lorcan, not my Father) thinks he has more passion with a girl he's barely played footsie with. Maybe that's the key to getting his attention; all I had to do was rub my foot up and down his leg. Which I probably wouldn't have done anyway, because I've always found it a bit weird.

But what do I do now?

I've just been chucked by my first ever boyfriend, the first (well, technically second, but I hardly count the first one because it was against my will and completely gross) boy I ever kissed, the first boy who ever loved me. Or said he loved me, anyway.

But wow, this feeling is completely horrid. I think I feel worse now than I did the morning after the party. Which is saying something. No wonder the Weird Sisters wrote so many nasty break-up songs. And yes, I do listen to the Weird Sisters. They're classic, okay? I'm old school. But only their early stuff, they were never the same once they lost Gertrude in that horrible exploding snap accident.

Maybe I should go out and enjoy the single life! The way Gertrude would have done! I'm sure that, after having her pride and dignity utterly destroyed, she would have done something like don a pair of leather pants and go out for a night on the town!

I need to put Lorcan behind me. He emotionally cheated (and probably literally cheated as well, I mean, he said they didn't do anything, out of respect for me, but what are the chances that that's actually true?) and I am willing to admit that our relationship was always a little too much smoke and mirrors for my taste.

It was like, we were Rose and Lorcan, the children of war heroes, the two most brilliant students in our year, the only two students who enjoyed making organizational calendars more than tossing innocent first years into the lake, no wonder we were together! As if we were together more because so many people believed that we should be than because we actually wanted to be.

And though I may be a complete drama queen 97% of the time, I do believe that there is a silver lining to any and all situations. Just because you can't see the sun, doesn't mean it's not in the sky. So, I am going to do my very best to forget about Lorcan and what a putz he turned out to be. Or maybe was all along.

I am a single woman now; I can do as I please. I have no man to tie me down, no strings attached!

Now this is where Lily really comes in handy. It's time for me to make the most of my newfound freedom.

-Rose Weasley. The Girl Who Just Got Tossed For Someone Named Upchuck.

A/N: Glad to get that out of the away. I couldn't take much more of Lorcan.

What do you think Rose should do with her newfound freedom? It's time to let loose!

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