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Oh. He had a letter that wasn’t from her. Eliora didn’t give anything away on her face and instead took the letter, reading over it without a smile. ”He’s right, James. Two hundred galleons is a generous donation towards your former place of employment at an event for another former place of employment.” She knew he was annoyed. Worse than annoyed. And she thought it was funny, but she was also slowly becoming aware that his annoyance wasn’t going to be fixed with a kiss and breakfast in bed at 4am. She placed the letter on her desk and put down her mug of coffee because clearly this was a damage control situation and coffee didn’t have that power for James like it did her.
”You just barged into my place of work with a face like thunder and acting like a toddler. You’re making this hard!” This being her enjoying everything that came with not actually addressing what this was with him. Because she wasn’t enjoying this. Not the feeling of guilt settling into her stomach— no, no, that was hunger. Did he know he’d interrupted her lunch break? ”I didn’t think— I didn’t expect— James, come on. It’s supposed to be funny.”
Clearly it wasn’t anymore. The fun had completely disappeared because even though he didn’t say it.. Eliora knew much too well about how to read the atmosphere and this room was stuffy with hurt and disapproval and embarrassment. On her part.
What was going through her head? Well... maybe that he’d think this was funny. But also things that she didn’t want to admit. But here they were falling out of her mouth. ”I was thinking that I didn’t want to spend my time with an idiot and I’d rather spend time with you. And I THOUGHT you thought the same. That there wasn’t a price limit on my company. I was wrong. Two galleons alone would have been too much.” And the fact that she was so used to that label over her head made her feel sick.
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She stomped toward the door, not giving James a chance to respond and hopefully he’d forget everything she said. ”GIULIA, I’M IN A MEETING! James and I were having—“ When she swung the door open, she was mid sentence and stopped in her tracks. Shoot. ”Charles.........” Well they weren’t having Charles. Or even having him over for dinner any time soon. Because Eliora had gone bright red and was mortified. ”I’m sorry, I— we— sorry... Can I help with anything?”
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