"Since I'm a halfblood, I couldn't possibly understand how serious his career could be. You know, being less-than-perfectly magical myself..." She rolled her eyes as she picked up the glass, but didn't drink right away.
"Oh, he gave me plenty of chance. But everything I said, everything I asked, he responded as if I were three. 'Oh, Mandy, aren't you silly...' I could have hexed off his head with a smile on my face, but really, what would have been the point? Azkaban for him?"
She took a sip, then another. "So the really weird part is? I'm less upset, and more angry. He has no idea what sort of support I could be, which is oddly enough, more fine the more wine I drink. And I think that might just have something to say about the relationship we actually had."