She looked at the moon, it was still glowing, weeks afterwards. “Oh you know, same old, same old. School, homework, painting, owling dad, missing my best friend, seeing the glares, wanting to hex someone, bed. Then school back again in the morning.” she said taking in the chill of the damp air around them, sniffling as she did. Trying to stop the tears just like she always did. She was a gryffindor after all and when you were placed in gryffindor it was like signing a contract that stated that tears weren’t allowed unless you were to proclaim yourself a pussy.
“I really did miss you, you know. I mean spending everyday seeing you like that-I just, I shouldn’t have said anything.” she said with a sigh, taking a bottle of butterbeer and chugging it down.
David sighed and shrugged. “Yeah, missed you to, Caro.” he mumbled. He wasn’t sure what she was going on about, but he didn’t ask, not sure whether or not he wanted to hear it. Things had been a little overwhelming lately, and it didn’t help that half the school looked at him like he was a criminal. He hadn’t seriously injured anyone as far as he knew, and he knew he had freaked most people out to no end, but what it really necessary to give him looks that angry? He doubted it. But people always needed someone to hate, and if Yaxley had made him that person, so be it.
David grabbed a bottle of his own and took a few sips, looking up at the moon with a mixture of hatred and awe. It was so beautiful, yet it ruined his life time after time.