- Messages
- 193
- Wand
- Curly 16 Inch Unyielding Hornbeam Wand with Erumpent Hide Core
- Age
- 10/2025
Even Gabriel wasn't ignorant enough not to realise he'd overstepped a line. In his mind, he had not called Lydia fat, but rather suggested that she ought watch what she eat in order to maintain her beautiful figure. But of course, Lydia was a girl, and girls took everything as a potential jab at their weight. The Slytherin sighed, tying up the bouquet he'd arranged in tight yellow ribbons and wrapping some tissue paper around the long stems. It was completely ludicrous that he had to apologise for a remark he had not meant unkindly. If anything, he'd been complimenting her. Why did she have to be so sensitive?
But misunderstandings aside, without an apology, Lydia would surely hold the comment against him for years to come; and since he planned to be her partner for a very long time, he would simply have to swallow his pride and say sorry. Taping up the paper, Gabriel paused to admire his work. It was amazing what one could salvage from the Hogwarts gardens, if discreet enough not to get caught. Breakfast had begun twenty minutes ago, so the Slytherin hurried down to the great hall, bouquet held in his right hand. There at the Hufflepuff table he beheld Lydia, and approached from behind in a remorseful manner. "Hey - Lydia?" he said, placing himself in the gap that had been made for him on the bench when another student scooted aside. "These are for you. I think they're the least you're owed, given how idiotically I behaved the other day. Really, I couldn't be more sorry - although, of course, I was trying to compliment you." His tone suggested that this really should have been obvious from the start, and that Lydia's sensitivity was completely unjustified.
But misunderstandings aside, without an apology, Lydia would surely hold the comment against him for years to come; and since he planned to be her partner for a very long time, he would simply have to swallow his pride and say sorry. Taping up the paper, Gabriel paused to admire his work. It was amazing what one could salvage from the Hogwarts gardens, if discreet enough not to get caught. Breakfast had begun twenty minutes ago, so the Slytherin hurried down to the great hall, bouquet held in his right hand. There at the Hufflepuff table he beheld Lydia, and approached from behind in a remorseful manner. "Hey - Lydia?" he said, placing himself in the gap that had been made for him on the bench when another student scooted aside. "These are for you. I think they're the least you're owed, given how idiotically I behaved the other day. Really, I couldn't be more sorry - although, of course, I was trying to compliment you." His tone suggested that this really should have been obvious from the start, and that Lydia's sensitivity was completely unjustified.