"That was nice of George," Cedric mused, still unsure. She had lived outside. Alone. In an unknown town. The thought didn't sit well with him, and Cedric was glad the kind Weasley twins had found her and given her a place to stay.
Cedric blinked. "Well, I don't hate you. I mean, I don't like the fact that you drugged me. In fact, I hate the idea of being drugged, but I don't hate you." He knew what had happened hadn't set in yet. Maybe it wouldn't for awhile. "But... well, can I ask why? I mean, if I was under some... potion's influence, then it wouldn't show if I really like you to begin with."
He blinked again. Where had that come from? The idea of being drugged - something substance unknown - make him sick to his stomach. She looked so nonchalent about it, too, and that angered him. But he tried to school his features into something nothing - just a blank canvas.
"And anyway, what did you drug me with?" he asked abruptly. He certainly had a right to know didn't he? Once he found out what he had been influenced with, he might actually get an appropriate response out of himself. Right now, he just felt... numb. He didn't know what he thought or felt. He was drugged He hadn't even known it. It was a crazy thought, but no more crazier, he guessed, then Tonks pretending to be Anne for the beginning of his employment and revealing herself at a dinner party of all places.
Merope set there, nervously, watching him looking probably annoyed with her. When he said something that compromised her thoughts, she frowned,"I didn't think you would like me either way...I wanted to see what it would be like if you did like me...I guess...I don't know...--it was safe for me.--" She paused, waited for him to speak as she fiddled with her fingers nervously, starting to squirm in her cushion as she waited.
Merope's non nonchalant look had disappeared and she seemed more awake now, worrying all over again,"...I don't want to s..s..say...you might ..." She frowned, but everyone knew she was a push over anyway.
Cedric sighed. "Drugging me is not a way to endear yourself to be either way," he replied somewhat coldly. Sighing heavily, he leaned back in his seat. "I'm sorry," he said, closing his eyes as he thought. "It's just... a surprise."
Now he understand a bit more about his actions the night they went shopping. He had been so attracted to her, and it was different than it had been before. He had been infacuated with her, and it had come on so suddenly that Cedric couldn't help but act on it. So, she had drugged him with a love potion it seemed. The thought was sickening. But her now nervous sqirming and energy made him soften his tone as he spoke again.
"I don't hate you," he repeated, "But... I don't think I like you very much at the moment either," he added as he stood up. "I'm sorry. I'll come visit you later this week but...right now I need some time to think, okay? I don't hate you. I guess I'll never understand what you did, but I suppose that's just the way it is. Safe or not, Merope, don't drug me again. Please. This was a betrayal of trust, and I have to be able to trust me friends. Okay?"
Before he headed for the door, he waited for her answer. He would come back, but he actually wasn't sure when.
Merope's heart started to pound, she was acting normally but more stressed than usual. Anything he was saying went right through her, she knew that he didn't mean it. She pulled herself away from him, her legs on the ground, arms tight to her sides and head down as he spoke in a way that hurt her feelings, but it was well deserved.
"Don't, you will just be unhappy when you do, you'll always think about this. It's alright, you just don't want to feel like you have to be. I'm a horrible person.." Merope lowered her head, shut her eyes and waited for him to leave. In her behavior of extremely guilt, nerves or fright, she didn't do much moving at all.
Cedric sighed. "I'll be back," he repeated, his warm tone back. "I just need some time to... think about this. I don't hate you. And seeing that I don't hate you, there's no reason for me not to come back."
His words were a bit false, and if he hadn't been trying, it tone would have been cold and unfeeling. She looked so weak and small now. He couldn't help but try to soothe her. He turned toward the door, his hand on the doorknob and stopped. "We can have lunch. Maybe this time you can come over to my place. Since we are friends. Unless you don't want to be my friend...." He left his statement trail off, and didn't give her time to answer him properly. If he was willing to forgive, surely she would be willing to be his friend, right? The question was did he want her as a friend now?
He turned the doornob and left, trying not to be cold, but feeling angry and sad. Why did everyone in this town seem to be full of deception and lies? He just waited for Marietta to show her true colors, because if she was anything like the other people he'd met here, she would. She had to.
Cedric blinked. "Well, I don't hate you. I mean, I don't like the fact that you drugged me. In fact, I hate the idea of being drugged, but I don't hate you." He knew what had happened hadn't set in yet. Maybe it wouldn't for awhile. "But... well, can I ask why? I mean, if I was under some... potion's influence, then it wouldn't show if I really like you to begin with."
He blinked again. Where had that come from? The idea of being drugged - something substance unknown - make him sick to his stomach. She looked so nonchalent about it, too, and that angered him. But he tried to school his features into something nothing - just a blank canvas.
"And anyway, what did you drug me with?" he asked abruptly. He certainly had a right to know didn't he? Once he found out what he had been influenced with, he might actually get an appropriate response out of himself. Right now, he just felt... numb. He didn't know what he thought or felt. He was drugged He hadn't even known it. It was a crazy thought, but no more crazier, he guessed, then Tonks pretending to be Anne for the beginning of his employment and revealing herself at a dinner party of all places.
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Merope's non nonchalant look had disappeared and she seemed more awake now, worrying all over again,"...I don't want to s..s..say...you might ..." She frowned, but everyone knew she was a push over anyway.
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Now he understand a bit more about his actions the night they went shopping. He had been so attracted to her, and it was different than it had been before. He had been infacuated with her, and it had come on so suddenly that Cedric couldn't help but act on it. So, she had drugged him with a love potion it seemed. The thought was sickening. But her now nervous sqirming and energy made him soften his tone as he spoke again.
"I don't hate you," he repeated, "But... I don't think I like you very much at the moment either," he added as he stood up. "I'm sorry. I'll come visit you later this week but...right now I need some time to think, okay? I don't hate you. I guess I'll never understand what you did, but I suppose that's just the way it is. Safe or not, Merope, don't drug me again. Please. This was a betrayal of trust, and I have to be able to trust me friends. Okay?"
Before he headed for the door, he waited for her answer. He would come back, but he actually wasn't sure when.
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"Don't, you will just be unhappy when you do, you'll always think about this. It's alright, you just don't want to feel like you have to be. I'm a horrible person.." Merope lowered her head, shut her eyes and waited for him to leave. In her behavior of extremely guilt, nerves or fright, she didn't do much moving at all.
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His words were a bit false, and if he hadn't been trying, it tone would have been cold and unfeeling. She looked so weak and small now. He couldn't help but try to soothe her. He turned toward the door, his hand on the doorknob and stopped. "We can have lunch. Maybe this time you can come over to my place. Since we are friends. Unless you don't want to be my friend...." He left his statement trail off, and didn't give her time to answer him properly. If he was willing to forgive, surely she would be willing to be his friend, right? The question was did he want her as a friend now?
He turned the doornob and left, trying not to be cold, but feeling angry and sad. Why did everyone in this town seem to be full of deception and lies? He just waited for Marietta to show her true colors, because if she was anything like the other people he'd met here, she would. She had to.
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