February 14, 1976
Dear Journal,
I went to Hogsmeade with Bo today. I felt like I had been too quick in turning him down so we went to Madam Puddifoot's tea shop on a date. I don't know if he chose that place because he thought I would like it but I was trying, really trying, to not throw up in that place. It was like someone had poured a ginormous bucket of pink paint all over the inside of the building.
The window next to the booth we were sitting at was heart-shaped. It was hard to engage in the conversation with Bo. We never normally had a hard time talking but I think because we were both trying to make something out of nothing was what made it hard. He kept trying to talk and I kept trying to respond but half of my attention was focused on whatever I could see through the heart window.
Once, Regulus passed by with three of his Slytherin friends. We made eye contact through the window. We held it. And then they walked away and I didn't see them walk by again for the remainder of the time Bo and I spent in the tea shop.
When Bo and I made it back to the castle, we agreed that we were better off as friends and I was glad we did. We stopped it before there would be any awkward tension in our group of friends.
Estella Flint <3

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