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IN WHICH… When you'd begun dating Cormac, it was different. He was attentive, sweet, mindful. But now? The man was a complete git. Most days, you sat on the bleachers of the pitch, feeling absolutely bloody dejected and watching him fly around on a broom for hours practicing for a team he was only a reserve on. It was pathetic, truly. You and him. You sat waiting for a guy who couldn't show less interest in you if he tried — and he absolutely sucked at Quidditch yet continued to ignore a gorgeous girl for it. It didn’t help that Cormac never introduced you to anyone either. You weren’t “his girl” at Gryffindor parties; just some girl hanging around him until someone asked who you were. You weren’t on his arm, weren’t in his conversations, and apparently weren’t important enough to even walk with to Hogsmeade. So, yeah, sitting in the stands while he zoomed around like a headless Hippogriff? It was just your Tuesday.