Pansy's view

I was immensely angry with Sofia. She did not believe me, when I told her the truth. But at the same time, I knew that I probably would have reacted the same way if the situation were reversed. Yet my anger was stronger. She knows me since we were children, and it hurt that she could such a stupid thing about me. I love her more than anything, and I wouldn't be able to do that to her.

Feeling overwhelmed by a mix of anger and sadness, I stormed through the corridors of Hogwarts, not really knowing where I was going. My feet carried me to the courtyard, where we often went during breaks. As I sat on a bench, the cool evening air helped to calm my racing thoughts. I replayed the events in my mind, trying to make sense of everything. Despite my anger, I couldn't help but miss Sofia. The thought of losing her was unbearable, and I knew I had to find a way to fix this, even if it meant swallowing my pride.

- Hello – a voice said behind my back, causing my hand to clench into a fist. – I want to talk to you.

- I don't, so leave.

- Okay, then just listen to me.

- No. Leave.

I didn't see, but I know he stepped towards me. – Look, I really don't understand why you are so angry. It was just a little kiss. I mean I didn't do anything bad. It's not a big deal.

I turn to him with burning pure rage. – You really think that you didn't do anything bad!? – he nods. – Then I have to tell you, that you destroyed my hole love life with your "little kiss". The person that I love more than anyone hates me, because of you!

- So, you are mad at because of some miserable moronic guy?

- She is not miserable and moronic. And she isn't even a guy – I say with a trembling tone. My tears pinch my eyes, but I don't want to cry in front of him. I want to slap him, but before I could do that, he catches my arm.

Suddenly, I feel as if the space is getting tighter. I gasp for air; the world is getting duller. – Pansy, are you okay?

- No, I have panic attack when the stress is too much – my hands start to shake.

- Do you want me to call somebody?

- Sofia – I say without hesitation, but then I remember. – Wait! Don't do that.

- You need her.

- But she hates me – I fall to the ground crying. – Because of you! – I shout in tears.

He takes a step back, clearly shocked by my outburst. – I did not mean to… – he starts, but I cut him off, my voice trembling with both anger and despair.

- You ruined everything! I have been in love with her for years, and I was so close to being happy, and now…now she thinks I don't care about her. – I hug my knees to my chest, my tears soaking the fabric of my robe.

- Then let me help – he says softly, crouching down to my level. – I can go get her, explain what happened.

I shake my head violently, the thought of facing Sofia now too overwhelming. -No, no, it's to late. She won't believe you, or me. She…she probably thinks I'm with you right now because I want to be, not because I'm…

- Because you're what? – he asks gently.

- Because I'm lost! – I cry out, my voice breaking. – I don't know what to do without her. I was so angry, so hurt. I thought maybe, if I could just forget about her for a moment…

Ha reaches out, hesitating before placing a hand on my shoulder. – I know a place when you can forget all of your problems. The old greenhouse

- What!? – I ask in disbelief.

- There it's just you and the plants. Come, I'll take you - I silently shake my head. - If you don't like it, I swear, tell me and we'll come back here at any time.

The old greenhouse loomed ahead, a relic of a time when it buzzed with life and learning. Now, it stood in eerie silence, its once vibrant glass panes dulled by years of neglect. Vines had overrun the place, twisting through broken windows and creeping along the cracked stone floor. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying wood. Rusted tools lay scattered about, forgotten remnant of lessons long past. As I stepped inside, the wooden benches cracked under my weight, as if protesting intrusion. There was a haunting stillness to the place, a sense of forgotten magic lingering in the corners, like echoes of voice that hadn't been heard in years.

I just seated there and look at the plants. They grow back and forth, but they were beautiful. The beauty of wildness. It struck me how, despite being untamed and overgrown, there was something incredibly peaceful about their resilience. It was as if they were telling a story of perseverance, of thriving despite the neglect.

I took a deep breath, letting the cool, earthy scent of the plants fil my senses. The calm of the abandoned greenhouse was a stark contrast to the chaos that had taken over my life. Each life, each vine seemed to whisper promises of renewal and hope, even in their disarray.

The weight of my recent actions settled heavily on my shoulders. I could still hear the echoes of our last argument, Sofia's hurt voice ringing in my ears. I clenched my fists, trying to keep the tears at bay. The thought of losing her felt like a cold void, one I was struggling to fill with any semblance of hope.

The boy sat beside me, silent but present, offering quiet support. I turned to him, my voice barely above a whisper. – Do you think…do you think things can get better? That Sofia will understand?

He looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and determination. – People can change, and so can situations. Sometimes, it just takes a little courage and honesty.

After that we just looked at each other in complete silence. The minutes seemed like hours. I don't know how, but once our lips crushed, I lost the connection with the real world. His kiss was sweet and slow. And we did, what I wanted to do with Sofia this morning.

But as the kiss lingered, I felt an unsettling pang in my chest. It was as if the warmth and comfort I'd sought were only a fleeting illusion, unable to fill the void left by Sofia's absence. The boy's presence, once comforting, now felt like a reminder of what I'd lost. I pulled away slowly, my breath coming in shallow bursts.

He looked at me with a mixture of confusion and concern. – Pansy… What's wrong?

The reality of my actions hit me hard. I had sought solace in a moment of vulnerability, only to find it wasn't enough. The connection I had hoped for felt superficial compared to the depth of what I truly wanted. My thoughts raced back to Sofia. Her laughter, her touch, the way she made me feel understood in a way no one else could. – I'm sorry – I whispered standing up and taking a few steps away from him. – I didn't mean for this to happen.

The boy stood up as well, his expression softening. – Hey, it's okay – he gently stroked my face. I glanced up at him, the warmth in his eyes contrasting with the turmoil inside me. He gave me a reassuring smile, and for a brief moment, I felt a flicker of comfort. – You didn't do or said anything bad – he pulls me close and hug me tightly. – Would you like to go back?

- Can we stay like this? Just for a few minutes.

- We will stay like this as long as you want, princess.