Seeing him lean into Bulstrode was really not helping her mood. They were so close and comfortable with each other and.. and then something clicked in Megan's head.
"This is your friend, isn't it? The one you wouldn't tell me about." That bastard. Sitting around and pretending that she was the worst person in the world for what she had done. And what was he doing? He was cozing up to the very girl he had kissed when they were still together! "Well, I'm glad I finally gave you free reign to enjoy your friendship," she spat at him.
And how could he say she didn't care? Megan had beaten herself up over breaking things off with Stan. She had cried and hated herself and felt like the worst witch in the world. "I don't care if you're seeing someone else, but the least you could've done is mentioned it in passing. And it's not my fault you think I don't care. I do. I cared about you possibly getting hurt going after Bole. I cared about my sister going behind my back to hurt you. I cared about the fact that I got you stuck here and I've felt horrible about every bit of it while you're sitting around having a jolly good time. You are such an asshole." Standing up, Megan glared once more before she decided right then and there she was completely and utterly through with Stan Shunpike and never wanted to speak to him again. Ever.
"Have fun," she growled before turning around and stomping out of the Great Hall.