No, don’t be silly, you’re forgetting what my best subject in school was. Reparo. Here.
I think I forgot it wasn’t my best subject. Or maybe I’m just forgetting magic altogether.
Pain’s unavoidable sometimes, and then it’s just a case of what will hurt less in the long run.
I suppose. I’m sorry about the wine. I’ll buy you a new one.
I know it was the right thing, I just don’t know why the right thing has to hurt so much.
It’s not your fault. It’s your decision, and you’re right you can’t stay, and he isn’t asking you to. Nobody blames you at all.
He has NEWTs. And Quidditch. And I have my job, and three years is too long to expect— How do I know that I would even want— It’s my fault for leaving, but I can’t stay when I have this in front of me, and I know he wouldn’t want me too either, but I don’t—
And? He’s not trying to ask you to stay, is he?
No. We broke up. We agreed—
Okay. So… You went to King’s Cross?
Did you sit on the glass?
I— No. It’s all on that half.