ROSALINE

Harry? The guy from the bar during my rebellion period. I'd pretend that wasn't less than a week ago, and honestly, I'd forgotten that I'd given him my contact. I shuffled amongst the sheets and sat up, leaning against the headrest, my lips curling into a genuine smile. "If it isn't Harry Potter, I thought you were one of those people I'd never see again."

"Unfortunately, no. I'm still here to bother you..." His voice trailed, and my thoughts drowned in the silence. We both knew why I was hesitant to talk.

He'd disappeared on that day, if my memories served me right. They often did. He muttered a...