"I’m either calling it quits or you’re calling me out. It's not who or what you know because you’re better with nothing at all."
Fuck Christmas. Fuck the traditions and that bloody tree and the snow and the decorations and the cookies that are way too fucking cheerful and all the camaraderie. Fuck the jingle bells and the yuletide well-wishes and the carolers and fucking HOGSMEADE with all it's glowing lights and revelers. Fuck the fact that I'm the only one left here, because "why waste time with your mother when you can do your studying over hols?"
Fuck Theo for being on his own and able to make his own decisions and still managing not to make a single damn mistake. Fuck Michelle and Amelie for sending me fucking SOCKS like I actually need them, like I can't get them myself like a normal fucking human being.