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This was absolutely ridiculous.
Mason was so distracted and upset, he didn't even apparate into his house like he had planned. He ended up down the street a little bit. Luckily no one was around. Storming into his house, he slammed the door shut and threw his coat on the couch. He even ignored his dog who was excited to see him. And that was saying something. Mason loved his dog.
He also loved Medea Ward once. Twice, really. But according to her ten minutes ago, they never loved at all. They had run into each other while Mason was dusting some portraits in the Ministry. And Medea was completely different! Mason always knew she had too much pride to refer to Mason as her boyfriend at work, but this was different. It was like she didn't even know who Mason was.
Grabbing out a bottle of Firewhiskey, Mason popped the cap off and took a nice swig and slumped on a barstool in his kitchen. Turning the bottle slowly in his fingers, Mason shook his head. Medea was getting married. Tomorrow. And it wasn't to him. Mason took another big swallow. If alcohol was the only way to the numb the pain, then that was his only option.
It was like Medea had been put under the imperius curse. And that had crossed Mason's mind briefly. But would that Nye bloke be really desperate enough to do that? It couldn't be a love potion; they weren't strong enough.
Mason stared off in space for a moment. The imperius curse. Looking back, Medea really seemed like she was telling the truth. Or at least the truth was hidden from her. Masked behind the curse. It was the only explanation.
Medea Ward could be a cold person, but the woman he knew wasn't like that. She loved him, and that's what gave him hope.
Scooting off his barstool, Mason grabbed his wand and apparated to Medea's house. He had to stop this. |