Another Round of Drinks (Alaric)

[alariclarsstouner]

Lars just nodded and smiled when Amelie told him that she would inform the girl about his upcoming project. “Well, I am looking forward to working with her. I’m sure we’ll get along together,” he said, chuckling. He was the type who actually recognized his weakness, and tried hard to supplement it with his strengths. However, he felt like there was something was up. “Well, I would like to ask something though. What House did she come from and what year? Maybe I may have encountered her at some point,” he then asked, apparently curious.

The moment he locked eyes with her, he realized that he was definitely going in for a rough time of sermons and chastising. He immediately knew that he crossed the line when he uttered those words. How dare he even say those things? When he heard what she had to say about Adrian having a fixed wedding, he could not help but lower his gaze in shame. Apparently, he was the one who jumped into conclusions…and even made his own assumptions in the process, not thinking whether he was already stepping down on someone’s feelings. He realized that he really managed to hit a nerve on her, seeing her facial expression. He did not realize that he was not thinking straight and that he ended up hurting people with his words. However, what actually made him almost slump his head on the table in utter shame was the fact that he unconsciously used this horrible habit of his to actually hurt his beloved mystery girl’s feelings. Now, he understood why all this time, he was unable to maintain lasting friendships and almost ruined a potential lasting relationship…it was his fault all along.

He sat on his seat; his head slumped on the table in utter silence for a few minutes before he managed to speak in a garbled voice. “I understand now…it’s my fault all along. I was being tactless…I do not think twice on what I am supposed to say and I just rant on and on without realizing I already stepped on someone’s feelings,” he said rather weakly, as his head was still slumped on the table. “And apparently because I was washed away by my feelings of anger and resentment, I managed to point my finger on a guy who actually had good intentions without realizing that four of my other fingers were actually pointing at me. I am nothing but a failure, a no-good selfish person who hasn’t spared a thought of other people’s feelings,” he then added, as he could feel himself sweat from nervousness and guilt. Finally, he then managed to lift his head off the table and locked his gaze with hers. “I’m really sorry for everything, Amelie. I wasn’t thinking about your feelings earlier. Anyway, when the watch gets here, you can burn it if you want, right in front of me, honestly, I won’t mind at all,” he said, very apologetically, his eyes pleading for forgiveness.

(OOC: these words Lars uttered also reflect my feelings too.)

[amelie]

Amelie eyed Alaric for while, trying to picture her friend beside him and the two of them getting along. It was not impossible. Alaric was nice and understanding and she was sure that was what her friend needed at that point in time in her life. Amelie blinked several times upon hearing Alaric’s question. It was possible that they knew each other since they were from the same year and Amelie could not help but hit her forehead with her hand, not believing she almost introduced people who already knew each other. “Oh she’s also a sixth year like you but she is in Slytherin. Her name’s Starr, Starr Gnael. Do you know her?” Amelie asked before taking a bite of creampuff.

Amelie could not believe she acted impulsively once again. Alaric was a watchmaker and there she was talking about burning one of his creations just because she was angry at the one who placed the order. And, the worst part of it all, she was talking about it in front of him. She could only imagine how he would have felt. She could not picture herself acting calmly if someone said they would burn her dresses. She watched him carefully, trying to read his expression. He seemed to be ashamed of what he said and Amelie could not help but be relieved when he did not open his mouth to contradict her. She knew she was right and she was glad he realized it too.

Amelie eyed him sympathetically, extending her arm and giving his arm gently, comforting pats. She knew her words must have pierced him. The Hufflepuff was glad that he took in her words instead of rejecting them or worst accusing her of jumping to conclusions. She was about to say comforting words but she sensed that he wasn’t done talking so she just continued patting him as she listened to him. Amelie just nodded at his words, understanding on her face. However, the girl frowned and cut him off subtly when he said ‘I am nothing but a failure, a no-good selfish person who hasn’t spared a thought of other people’s feelings .‘ “That’s not true, Ric. I know you. You did not realize that you were hurting others. That’s why I told you what I told you… to make you realize and nothing more. Do you think that I would have bothered to help you realize it if I thought you were doing it on purpose?” Amelie said gently, giving him a small smile. “What? No, I wouldn’t. In fact I would keep that watch. I said those words without thinking, Ric. I let my frustration get to me and you just happened to be my victim.” Amelie sighed and shook her head. Apparently she had attempted to remove the plank out of Alaric’s eyes before removing hers out of her own eyes. “Forgive me?” She asked sincerely, looking him in the eyes.

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