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Lucy was having a moment. On the one hand, she really liked Mason. Like, a lot. She'd agreed to be his girlfriend and she didn't really do things like that very easily. She didn't trust her father and her mother's faith in him disturbed her. Especially when he'd obviously shagged Pansy Parkinson in some kind of trade off for Draco's safety, because Draco was still in the house even after shagging a porn star professor.

So on the one hand, Mason was cool and she liked him a lot. On the other hand, she'd googled him to find pictures of him and his band and had found his Instagram instead. And all the pictures of Mason and his ex-girlfriend who had not been an ex for nearly as long as Lucy had been led to believe and now Lucy got to feel like the shitty rebound girl because actually she and the ex had a lot in common, look-wise. This was why she didn't do boyfriends. Lucy sat in a pub, waiting for Mason, who was just home from his tour. She should have discussed whether or not to bring up the ex-girlfriend with Neville before she came out. He'd know what to do.