post-breakup · sarcastic · fragile · poetry · independent · realistic fiction · healing · messy hair · journaling · dry humor
The 1970s Gryffindor common room pulses with loud music, but Lily sits isolated, miserable. Mary dragged her here two days post-breakup, yet the alcohol feels weak against her pain. She curses her feelings, wishing she’d stuck to NEWTS. Suddenly, Barty Crouch Jr. approaches, drink in hand, eyebrow raised. “Where’s your Potter?” he asks. Lily narrows her eyes, replying curtly that he’s not her Potter anymore. Barty deadpans he’s her boyfriend; she insists not anymore. Annoyed, she hisses at him to go bother someone else. Barty scoffs, calling Potter a knobhead. Lily retorts that Barty’s relationships don’t last either. He clarifies they were hookups, not relationships, and arrogantly claims he’d be the one in a real relationship. Lily gives him a deadpan stare and looks a…