Who: Harold Dingle and Open What: Harold doesn't have any friends Where: Fifth Floor, near the small patch of swamp left in honour of Fred and George When: Saturday afternoon Rating: Low Imcomplete || Open
Harold folded a piece of parchment over and over, leaning against the little wooden barrier that had been put up around the tiny patch of swamp water than had remained after McGonagall had cleared up the mess. It was a tribute, she said, to a 'good bit of magic' but everyone knew it was a tribute to the Weasley twins and their fight against Umbridge.
Harold sort of wished he wasn't standing alone. It wasn't a feeling he had a lot. He'd grown accustomed to his solitude. He'd never really needed people before. He maed his own money, and plotted his own plots, and sorted out his own betting odds... This feeling was something he avoided. This hurt.
Sally was upset, and that prick Wayne wouldn't listen to reason and everything that had been going up was suddenly turning to shit and..well.. Harold had no one to talk to about it. He didn't have anyone to ask for advice. He was lonely...
With a sigh, he dropped the paper boat he'd made into the swamp. It floated for a few seconds before falling on it's side and sinking into the unimaginable mess that lay at the bottom of the magic pond.