Well, I had dinner with Oliver's family last night.

44 glimpses into the friendship of James Sirius Potter and Aisling Raven Strahan.

She falls to the floor, her back against the wall for support. This cannot be happening!

You husband's dead. Suicide. So where the hell are you? NOTE: FWB means Friends With Benefits

Because one night was all they needed.

He'll be eternally loveless.

We're not the same people we once were, and our friendship won't be the same.

"Have you ever thought...we could've been born to be best friends?"

Everything else that needed to be said didn't really need to be said aloud.

But none of that changes the fact that she knows he belongs with her.

Tears in her eyes are all she knows anymore.

Tonight's just going to be one shock after another, isn't it?

She didn't give up on him. No matter what, she never gave up on him.

Dear Stupid Prat, you're a right git, you know that?

He has nothing to live for anymore.

She'd rushed into love, and look where she is now.

Truly, she was his Achilles' Heel.

My first drabble. She still wanted him.

Because that's just who she was. The rebel.

He's not going to write in a journal - he's not a pansy - so he keeps it bottled up inside.