On the plus side, I wrote something! On the downside, it's really short and kind of really sad...but I really like it. Let me know what you think.
"I hate you!"
Those three words echoed incessantly in his ears as she stormed off, leaving him to the sympathetic stares and worried glances of the entire population of Hogwarts.
At his place at the Gryffindor table sat a plate of half finished corn, cold turkey and some lonely mashed potatoes. A treacle tart lay forlornly on a small plate by his glass.
Not even the cries of his best friend could bring him back to his place or relieve the utter pain and humiliation that filled every inch of him.
She had ripped his heart out, torn it into a hundred little pieces and left it in the middle of the Great Hall for all of Hogwarts to see.