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HannahLongbottom · 12-09-2010, 04:49 AM

Seventeen:Consternation

Ashtad had made an effort to be anywhere that Hermia wasn’t in the months since the party in Berlin. He would walk out any room she entered, sometimes mid-conversation or even mid-sentence. Elspeth in particular found this deeply irritating.

“Seriously Djalili, it’s like you turn to vapour at the scent of her, let alone at the sight of her!” She told him angrily after he had left her standing alone at the bar of the Three Broomsticks, talking to thin air for the third time that week.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

I don’t want to talk about it; that had become his stock phrase. He was tired of Hermia and her craziness. He was heartily sick of her not believing him, of her jumping to conclusions and looking down her haughty little nose at him and he certainly didn’t want to discuss the liquefying effect she had on his mind. Instead he had thrown himself into his Auror training, studying harder than he ever had in his life. If he was honest, Ashtad had coasted through Hogwarts. He had always been able to put in the bare minimum effort and get great results. He knew that irritated a great many of his peers and professors but he couldn’t help being a little bit complacent, it was just in his nature. He had continued with this attitude when he had entered the ministry, although he had been less able to get away with it.

Teddy had noticed the change in his protege and had received the same answer as everyone else.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Teddy had decided not to push the issue, he didn’t care to be caught between the pair of them. He had however noticed that Ashtad would watch the doorway of any room that he was in. At first Teddy had thought that Ashtad was simply taking his training to heart - ‘Constant Vigilance!’ - but he was soon to realise the truth. Ashtad watched the door hoping that Hermia would walk through it. He would then stare at her, holding his breath like a drowning man, griping tightly onto the bar, the table, his wand... whatever was to hand, all before leaving the room. It was as though those few seconds of staring at her were an inoculation, just enough contact for Ashtad to remind himself that he needed to be far away from Hermia, that there was only confusion and heartache to be found in her company.

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HannahLongbottom SS 100 Triumphant! Ramora Join Date: Jun 2009 Location: PININ for the FJORDS Posts: 5,639 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hadley Taylor Fourth Year	Canon Niffler \|\| Neville's Yorkshire Pudding \| \| Teddy's Biographer \|\| P + R = ♥ Seventeen:Consternation Ashtad had made an effort to be anywhere that Hermia wasn’t in the months since the party in Berlin. He would walk out any room she entered, sometimes mid-conversation or even mid-sentence. Elspeth in particular found this deeply irritating. “Seriously Djalili, it’s like you turn to vapour at the scent of her, let alone at the sight of her!” She told him angrily after he had left her standing alone at the bar of the Three Broomsticks, talking to thin air for the third time that week. “I don’t want to talk about it.” I don’t want to talk about it; that had become his stock phrase. He was tired of Hermia and her craziness. He was heartily sick of her not believing him, of her jumping to conclusions and looking down her haughty little nose at him and he certainly didn’t want to discuss the liquefying effect she had on his mind. Instead he had thrown himself into his Auror training, studying harder than he ever had in his life. If he was honest, Ashtad had coasted through Hogwarts. He had always been able to put in the bare minimum effort and get great results. He knew that irritated a great many of his peers and professors but he couldn’t help being a little bit complacent, it was just in his nature. He had continued with this attitude when he had entered the ministry, although he had been less able to get away with it. Teddy had noticed the change in his protege and had received the same answer as everyone else. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Teddy had decided not to push the issue, he didn’t care to be caught between the pair of them. He had however noticed that Ashtad would watch the doorway of any room that he was in. At first Teddy had thought that Ashtad was simply taking his training to heart - ‘Constant Vigilance!’ - but he was soon to realise the truth. Ashtad watched the door hoping that Hermia would walk through it. He would then stare at her, holding his breath like a drowning man, griping tightly onto the bar, the table, his wand... whatever was to hand, all before leaving the room. It was as though those few seconds of staring at her were an inoculation, just enough contact for Ashtad to remind himself that he needed to be far away from Hermia, that there was only confusion and heartache to be found in her company. __________________ Last edited by HannahLongbottom; 03-06-2011 at 07:52 PM.