The truth was, he would have stayed. He would have played Quidditch here, and he would have become a hero and richer than his wildest imagination. He needed the danger and excitement of the dragons to fill up what she took. Tonks was storming from Gryffindor Tower. She was so angry, her knuckles were white as she clutched the portrait of the Fat Lady. It's over, Charlie! And this time I mean it! She left him. He left, too.
"Dora." His hand groped towards Mandy, landing with his palm flat against the space of side above her hip where a boy would put his hand when he had his arm around a girl, leading her out to dance. "Don't leave me."