- Messages
- 19
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Divorced
- Sexual Orientation
- asexual
- Wand
- Curly 16 1/2 Inch Swishy Alder Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
- Age
- 3/1999
Alistair could not say he fully understood what he had done when he'd left Monty Pendleton's home. He had intended on heading right back the next day with the desire to apologise, only, as things often did, they piled up and it meant it had now been several weeks before he was able to find the time, or break himself free rather, enough that he would be able to stop by the man's home once again. That was the difficulty of being an adult of course, it was trying hard to find the time to do the things required of a person. Not to say that Alistair didn't enjoy being an adult, because he most certainly did, but there was also the hardly hidden truth that he would often remember his youth fondly enough to wish he could be back there again.
As he approached Monty's home, Alistair took a deep breath. His thoughts swirled with uncertainty, not fully grasping what had caused the tension between them but knowing an apology was necessary. He raised his hand to knock on the door but hesitated for a moment, considering his words carefully. When the door opened, Alistair offered a small, hesitant smile. "Monty, hullo," he began, his tone sincere. "A hope Ah'm no' intrudin'. Ah wanted tae come by an'... well, Ah suppose tae apologise. Ah'm no' entirely sure whit Ah did tae upset ye, but Ah regret that it's taken me this long tae come back an' address it." He shifted slightly, feeling the weight of the unspoken tension. "I've been caught up wi' work, but that's nae excuse. If I've done somethin' to hurt or offend ye, I want tae make it right."
As he approached Monty's home, Alistair took a deep breath. His thoughts swirled with uncertainty, not fully grasping what had caused the tension between them but knowing an apology was necessary. He raised his hand to knock on the door but hesitated for a moment, considering his words carefully. When the door opened, Alistair offered a small, hesitant smile. "Monty, hullo," he began, his tone sincere. "A hope Ah'm no' intrudin'. Ah wanted tae come by an'... well, Ah suppose tae apologise. Ah'm no' entirely sure whit Ah did tae upset ye, but Ah regret that it's taken me this long tae come back an' address it." He shifted slightly, feeling the weight of the unspoken tension. "I've been caught up wi' work, but that's nae excuse. If I've done somethin' to hurt or offend ye, I want tae make it right."