Storming back into the Slytherin common room, Vinda's entire body thrummed with emotion - unwanted emotion, at that - and she just knew she looked a mess, but despite the curious glances she could feel being directed her way, she kept her head down and she didn't pay them any mind. They didn't deserve to get a full glimpse of her vulnerability, of her tear-stained cheeks, of the way her eyes were rimmed red and bloodshot. In all truthfulness... Adrian hadn't deserved to see her that way either, but - 

The image of the cowardly Hufflepuff with his idiotically shocked face after he said those words (and many other, more cutting ones), like he didn't have any control over what was coming out of his mouth, danced in front of her eyes on a continuous loop and she needed it to stop. She needed it to stop now, and she knew exactly how she was going to make that happen.

Her feet carried her into the boy's dorm with a purpose because whilst Adrian didn't want her in that way, didn't deem her good enough despite all his 'efforts' there was one person in this world that she knew with a degree of certainty didn't feel the same. One she had been denying herself of for months under some illusion of being loyal to Adrian but... if he could betray her, string her along for months without telling her that he wasn't - would never be interested in her like that - then she was allowed to do this. 

By some miracle, the dorms were empty except for Willy who was curled up on his bed, almost looking peaceful, and then she heard it. A soft murmuring of "Vinda" coming from his lips and... right. This was happening. She was doing this. Kicking off her shoes, Vinda gave herself a grand total of five seconds to steady herself before she was gliding straight towards him. "Wake up," she said urgently, waiting for a small sign that he was no longer asleep before crawling directly on top of him, her thighs bracketing his hips. "I'm - Willy, I'm ready."

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