I hate you, John St. Claire.
That's what happiness looks like. And now it's gone.
I'm ready to give up on finding someone, ever. I realize that must seem sort of drastic, but I'm of age now (since Aug. 11, sorry there wasn't a party) and I just wish I had someone to start my life with after Hogwarts is over with. That seems to be the rage now, and I can see why. Who wouldn't want someone to love them?
(OOC: The boy in the picture is actually Bonnie's older brother Lewis.)