Who: Justin and Hermione
What: And Zach is supposed to be the dramatic 'Puff. Binge and purge, and attempted running away
Where: Kitchens, Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Hogwarts grounds (the front gate).
When: Saturday, following THIS.
Rating: R, for swears and eating disorder-ness
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Justin wanted to die. Not just childish, "oh my god, I can't believe that just happened, I'm so embarrassed," wanting to die, but actual "I'm going to go jump in the lake and let the Giant Squid eat me because that would be better than living," wanting to die. He couldn't believe how fucking stupid he'd been. Why had he even bothered with apologies? Why had he bothered moaning about it to Zach, when it was obvious that Ernie wanted nothing to do with him ever again? And oh god, the things he'd said. Justin couldn't believe the things that had come out of his own quill, but by the time he'd realized what he'd written, Ernie had already written his reply, and that was that. It was over. Quickly and sharply, like ripping off a sticky bandage, only this sticky bandage was on his heart, and it wasn't sticky, it was attached, and ripping it off had taken half of his chest with it.

Somehow, through pure dumb luck, Justin was sure, he'd managed to close his journal and go down to the kitchens without running into a soul in the halls. The house elves had taken one look at him and swarmed, thrusting a basket into his arms and piling as much chocolate as they could into it, in the forms of cakes, biscuits, a thermos of hot chocolate, Chocolate Frogs, truffles, anything. By the time he left the kitchens, he was surprised he could even hold the basket, but he assumed that there had to be some sort of weightless spell on it or something. Either way, with another streak of dumb luck, Justin was soon sitting on the floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, working his way through the collection of sweets as tears streamed down his face and Myrtle hovered anxiously over his shoulder.

"What happened?" she crooned, running ghostly fingers through Justin's hair. Justin shuddered, shaking his head and stuffing another truffle into his mouth. He couldn't talk. Not about this. God, he didn't even want to be here. The urge to run, and just keep running until he couldn't run any more was so strong that he didn't know how he was resisting. Although, it could be the four thousand stone he was going to gain from eating all this chocolate, he thought bitterly, staring at the hamper of food. His stomach turned suddenly, and it was a miracle he made it to the toilet in time. He didn't even need any prompting before he was sicking up all of the chocolate he'd just shoved down his throat. He didn't even need a hex to keep going like he usually did, just vomiting until all that was coming up was bile, and Myrtle was floating above him, begging him to stop.

"I need to go," Justin croaked, staggering to his feet and weaving as he went over to the sink to splash water on his face and rinse his mouth out.

"What do you mean, you need to go," Myrtle demanded, putting her hands on her hips and scowling sullenly at Justin as he turned to look at her.

"You've been brilliant, Myrtle. Really. Thank you for listening to me and trying to look out for me and everything. I'll write you, and send the letter to Zach, and have him come up and read it to you, okay?"

"You're leaving?" she screeched. Justin didn't answer, patting his pocket to make sure his wand was there and starting out the door. Yes, he was leaving. That was the only thing he could do. Zach was sure to be royally pissed off, of course, but he'd get over it eventually. He'd finish school and Justin would find him again and they'd get their place together, just like they planned. But for now, he had to get the fuck out. For real, this time. No getting caught before he could even get off the grounds. At least there wasn't a chance of him getting piss drunk and nearly snogging Zach again under the Hufflepuff stands this time.

Justin slunk through the corridors, acting as if he had something very important to get to whenever he passed someone and trying to ignore the shaking in his hands. By the time he got outside the main doors, his legs were feeling like jelly and his head was spinning something fierce. God, now was a hell of a time to get sick. No. He wasn't getting sick. He was getting the hell out of there. Trying to stay out of sight, Justin started down the path toward Hogsmeade, curling himself further into his jumper. Thank Merlin he'd decided to pull it on this morning. Chilly out.

The shaking only got worse as he got further from the school and the cool breeze forced its way underneath and through his jumper. Justin had barely made it past the gates before he had to stop, sitting beneath one of the statues of winged boars, curling his knees to his chest. ...Fuck. Justin hid his face in his knees and whimpered softly. ...He was never going to get anywhere.