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The only situation in which Fletcher would have felt sorry for Kellen Stern would have to take place in an alternate universe wherein he was capable of feeling sympathy for a stuck-up Ravenclaw who made girls cry and sicced his Slytherin friends on poor, innocent Hufflepuffs.
In other words, it was never going to happen. But instead of snorting and harrrumphing and making all sorts of nonverbal disagreeing noises, Fletcher took a big long look up to the ceiling and inhaled deeply. Breathe in, breathe out. All was already done and forgotten. It was a closed chapter. He had even made amends with Raiden already.
Fletcher's attention was only drawn back to Neptune when he saw her hand out of the corner of his eye. Oh, no? No consolation there? Tsk tsk. No guys, no glory, Awesome Bott. He wasn't one to let a situation like this slip by.
"It still aches, sometimes, you know," Fletcher murmured, his hand falling from his cheek as he stared out the window like a wise, scarred war veteran who had seen much but spoke little. His gaze was long and deep and almost unfocused as he continued to speak cryptically. "Awesome is such a subjective term, Neptune.... sometimes, awesome people have to do awesome things to defend their awesomeness...."
Whatever that was supposed to mean, he didn't even know. But it sounded awesome in his head.
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