Sara had had a very, very bad past few days.A couple days before she had broken up with Tracey and that had been the hardest thing she had ever done. She had wanted nothing more than to let Tracey say those three words that she knew she was going to say, and Sara knew she would return them, but she couldn't let her. She knew if she let that happen, there would be no turning back and she knew that Tracey wouldn't have a happy life having to be a secret. So she let Tracey go, in a rather cruel way.
The days after, Tracey had tried to get her to come back, and it broke Sara's heart even more to listen to her plead, but she had to look strong, so she did that the only way she knew how; by being cold and mean. She was sure she had ruined whatever feelings Tracey had for her and she hated it, but in her mind it had to be done.
Now, she was just escaping the confining Slytherin dungeons, stepping out into the deserted corridor dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a black shirt with red designs over it. Her hair had it's usual disheveled look as she ran her hand through it, walking down the hall, away from the dungeons.
Turning a corner she found herself ramming into another body. Her skinny body stumbled back and after she regained her balance, she glared at the other person, clearly not in too much of a good mood. "Weasley." She stated plainly. "What are you doing down here.