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Post by Godric Emerindyl on Mar 29, 2007 13:40:58 GMT 10
“I don’t really have time for this today, Elouise, I have Quidditch training to organise, about a thousand assignments to do, a load of homework and I still have to organise an animagus training session for the fourth years, I really don’t have time for lunch today, I am sorry,” he told Elouise while they walked into the Golden Hall at lunch time. She had persuaded him to come along even though he would much rather be elsewhere.
“I really don’t have time,” he said as he stopped by the table where they would normally sit. Some food appeared on the table and he grabbed a small plate and piled it with sandwiches while he looked at the table.
“Will that make you happy?” he said holding the plate for her to see, “I have some food, so I am not not eating, I just don’t have time to sit in here, I have a lot to do, if you would just let me do it I will see you at dinner tonight,” he knew he had not been spending a lot of time with her lately, but he was in no mood to explain why. He had yet another migraine and was not interesting in talking when her voice; like everyone else’s; just grated against his mind.
He grabbed an apple and a banana as well as he held them up so that she could see he was eating right. He gave her a look that said quite clearly he thought this was enough. And then he turned to leave, though knew she would have something to say about him leaving, and hesitated, waiting for the onslaught.
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Post by Elouise Sullivan on Apr 1, 2007 7:41:38 GMT 10
“You never have time for anything and I don’t pay attention to it any other time, so why should I this time, you need to come and have something to eat, you have been looking more and more pale everyday and I know I didn’t see you eat dinner last night, or breakfast this morning so you are having lunch today, or else,” She told him, though it might have sounded to be something of a threatening tone, it was in fact the normal way she spoke to him when she was concerned about his well being.
She led him over to the table holding onto his hand all the time, she was not going to use the threat of telling his mother, though she had grown concerned with Godric in recent times, and found it worrisome that she only ever saw him eat when there was no escaping the crowd and even then he didn’t eat a lot, not nearly enough for a guy of his age and build. She stopped by the table and sat down waiting for him to join her, she started piling up food on his plate grabbing only fruit for herself.
”I really don’t have time,” she heard him mutter though paid it no heed. He had been saying the same thing over and over and over the whole way to the Golden Hall and it was really starting to annoy her. She would not take his excuses.
The of course he had to go and do what she did not appreciate one bit. She watched him grab the food and prepare to flee the golden hall again, “Oh no, no way, you are going to stay here and eat with me, Godric, we have spent hardly any time together lately, and quite frankly… I’m not really happy about it,”
“Don’t you dare” her voice rose an octave on the last syllable as she watched his back for a moment. He had actually turned to walk out of the Golden Hall and she had the brief feeling to throw a platter of shoulder ham at him. Her eyes had grown to a larger size as they appeared ready to pop out of her head.
“Excuse me, Mr Emerindyl,” she said to him waiting for him to turn around, he was in for it now. She would demonstrate to him just how insulting it was to turn your back on Elouise Snape.
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Post by Godric Emerindyl on Apr 7, 2007 7:20:00 GMT 10
Godric looked at her for a moment, not knowing which reaction was appropriate. The first one was agitation; as if she was a mite that cased him irritation… until he scratched it. The second was anger, she had just given him an order and whether she realised it or not, he didn’t find it appropriate and his first thought was to tell her where to go.
Then of ocurse he had to consider that the two of them were in a relationship, which meant to a degree she deserved a part of his time that he would normally preferred place into something else. By rights she was allowed it though. Still, he knew he had told her he was quite busy. All this and more went through his mind as he thought of a response/
At first he decided he didn’t mind if his response hurt her. But then he decided that if it did he would not be able to live with it later. But he also knew he did not like being told what to do when he had already told her he had other things to do, and so he shook his head at her and did not speak for a moment. He allowed the feeling of hurt to be placed in his eyes when he did this, she would need to understand how he felt first of all.
“I am not going to stay here for lunch, I have things to do,” he turned and started walking away, but then she said something he would have wanted to hex her for if he was in a less stable state of mind;
’Excuse me Mr Emerindyl,’ he stopped. She had just referred to him formal as if she was about to tell him off. As if she had any right to do so. He would not give her the satisfaction of knowing it worked.
He didn’t turn around. He didn’t say anything. He merely started walking forward and did not stop.
((Argument over))
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