It should have ended long ago.
What kind of love could Death Eaters possibly have?
She, a little Death Eater, had long since been filthy through and through! Bulstrode was utterly astonished by her actions.
"I thought you'd need a long time to calm down. Why did you come out so quickly... You..."
"Enough. My business is none of yours, and it's none of your business what kind of person I am.
I hope I never hear you speak again. Otherwise, I'll cut out your tongue. Graduation is coming soon, so don't make me angry. Get lost!"
Becky realized that letting it all out felt wonderful.
If she had been this decisive before, perhaps she and that little Potter brat would not have ended up with nothing left to say to each other.
Perhaps...
Forget it. Why think so much? What was done was done. She had no need to explain herself to anyone!
Potter's trial ended.
Potter had even come up with a theory for turning Squibs into wizards.
Potter was praised by everyone.
Even the professors urged him to hurry up and research the potion, to let the whole world know Potter's name.
Potter began studying potions.
Potter worked like a madman every day without resting.
Potter disappeared again.
Potter was found again.
Potter returned covered in wounds. Potter's potion finally succeeded.
Potter...
Becky began hearing, intentionally or otherwise, a great deal of news about that little Potter brat.
Bulstrode brought it all to her.
Ever since she had yelled at him, he no longer spoke in that sarcastic, snide manner. Instead, he was always bringing her news about Potter.
Sometimes Becky listened. Sometimes she did not.
Most of the time, she did not.
Because other girls in the Common Room passed around news too, and what they