Rodolphus had been in a both contemplative and depressed mood over the last while, mostly thinking of everything Ginny had said. His art had suffered for it, and there were a fair amount of crumpled pages scattered all over the floor, abandoned. The only thing he hadn't thrown away in a fit of frustration was a foot-long canvas where he had sketched out a drawing of Bella. And after he had drawn it, he hadn't managed to summon the will to paint it
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Staring at the door for a minute, Ginny began to turn to leave when it opened abruptly and he stood there, a dim light behind him giving her pause.
"I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I just thought..." She stammered, feeling suddenly very awkward. Gesturing to the hall behind her, Ginny said. "I should leave, really. It wasn't anything important, I was just thinking and, well, it doesn't matter. Sorry to have bothered you."
Her step backwards froze at his words and Ginny looked up in surprise.
"You were arguing with your elf?" She asked skeptically, smothering the surprised laugh that bubbled up.
Ginny hesitated for a long moment then stepped forward, slipping past him into the darkened flat. She stopped just inside the door, not sure where to move to as it looked as if there were canvases everywhere. "I... I didn't really think it was so late. I'm sorry about that. It's just... I've been trying to do research all day and I can't concentrate at all and it's making me mental."
"It's not a matter of deserving, I just can't do it. It's not something I can even do for your brother." She explained softly, shifting on the chair to sit back. It'd felt strange to come to his flat, stranger yet to step inside but even with the clear tension between them, the oddness was wearing off. More to the point, the non-stop racing of her mind that had plaqued her all day was gone.
Ginny looked from the wizard to the elf and back again. "I'm not picky." She waited a moment until the elf disappeared into the next room and gestured toward that direction. "They do that sort of thing without direction, I thought. The ones at Hogwarts did."
"No, not hungry. Your brother will try to give me food poisoning tomorrow and I try not to disappoint him." She gave a soft laugh, her smile turning lop-sided as she looked up at him. "I don't want... I just want a few minutes without thinking of all the rest, you know what I mean? Just you and me without the past pushing in."
"Ah." Rodolphus said quietly. "Well, it means something that you're willing to talk to me without a wand pointed at my face."
Zookie pottered about the kitchen as the water boiled for the tea, and Rodolphus leaned back against the couch.
"I guess they do. I've never really paid much attention to elves."
He smiled a little bit at the mention of his brother.
"He's always had a fondness for unique dishes, so I would be careful. Did he ever tell you about the time he tried to feed me the...oh Merlin, I can't remember what it was called, but one of the ingredients was rotten fish."
Rodolphus nodded at her last words, his smile still staying.
"I've never drawn a wand on you, Rodolphus. I can't say your brother has had the same experience though. I believe he's up to twice now although he did reciprocate once." Ginny tried to keep her tone light but it hurt her that he'd consider that of her after everything that had happened.
Ginny folded a leg under herself and leant against the back of the chair, fidgeting for a moment before fishing a pencil out of the cushion with a barely repressed smirk. She tucked it behind her ear without thinking and arched an eyebrow. "Rotten fish? Are you trying to pull my leg?" A look of mild discomfort flickered across her face. "It wasn't a Peruvian dish was it?"
Ginny shook her head, responding with a heavy sigh of someone who had tolerated something for a long time. "I don't normally have to introduce myself." She lifted a lock of her hair with a wry expression. "I generally have people asking me if I'm 'the Weasley girl', as if it's not completely rude to do that. Blimey, you can't even imagine the stupid introductions I get. Some days I want to glamour my hair just to get away from it which was sort of why I liked talking to you so much that first night. I wasn't just some 'Weasley' kid to you."
"Nah, if Rabastan wants to call me Red, I won't ask him to stop. It's not that important to me."
Settling against the back of the couch once more, she braced her head with her hand and asked. "Why do you think you can't get past this? You must have some sense of what's not right. Is it me, then? Would it be better if I left?"
"That is quite rude." Rodolphus was absently tapping his fingers along the spine of the notebook. "And no, I never thought or guessed that you might be a Weasley. It just never came to mind, I suppose."
He picked up his pencil and tried to add more to the couch.
"It's subtle things that I'm noticing. The angles of a person's face, minor details in a tree or landscape. Of course, nothing I have ever drawn is perfect, but I'm usually aware of what I've done wrong."
Holding up her hand, she accio'd the pencil from his hand, smiling. "Okay, I won't leave but you're trying too hard and it's just making you more frustrated."
"Let's look at this logically. When did you start seeing a difference? What's changed from then to now?" Ginny reached over and set the pencil balancing on his thigh.
He raised an eyebrow in subtle amusement when she took his pencil.
"You do realize you're depriving an artist of the tools necessary for his work. That's a dangerous thing. If you start taking all my pencils, then I'll start taking all of your research books."
Rodolphus chuckled, a faint smile on his lips.
"Well, after you found out who I was, I had an explosion of emotions that I took out by drawing and painting. But when I started looking back at my work from that time to now, I started finding flaws. Things I never usually miss or would never have drawn in the first place."
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"I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I just thought..." She stammered, feeling suddenly very awkward. Gesturing to the hall behind her, Ginny said. "I should leave, really. It wasn't anything important, I was just thinking and, well, it doesn't matter. Sorry to have bothered you."
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"You didn't wake me, Ginny. I was just...having an argument with my elf over the lights."
He realized how idiotic that sounded, and shook his head a bit.
"No, don't leave."
Rodolphus stood out of the way in the doorway.
"Come on in."
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"You were arguing with your elf?" She asked skeptically, smothering the surprised laugh that bubbled up.
Ginny hesitated for a long moment then stepped forward, slipping past him into the darkened flat. She stopped just inside the door, not sure where to move to as it looked as if there were canvases everywhere. "I... I didn't really think it was so late. I'm sorry about that. It's just... I've been trying to do research all day and I can't concentrate at all and it's making me mental."
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Ginny looked from the wizard to the elf and back again. "I'm not picky." She waited a moment until the elf disappeared into the next room and gestured toward that direction. "They do that sort of thing without direction, I thought. The ones at Hogwarts did."
"No, not hungry. Your brother will try to give me food poisoning tomorrow and I try not to disappoint him." She gave a soft laugh, her smile turning lop-sided as she looked up at him. "I don't want... I just want a few minutes without thinking of all the rest, you know what I mean? Just you and me without the past pushing in."
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Zookie pottered about the kitchen as the water boiled for the tea, and Rodolphus leaned back against the couch.
"I guess they do. I've never really paid much attention to elves."
He smiled a little bit at the mention of his brother.
"He's always had a fondness for unique dishes, so I would be careful. Did he ever tell you about the time he tried to feed me the...oh Merlin, I can't remember what it was called, but one of the ingredients was rotten fish."
Rodolphus nodded at her last words, his smile still staying.
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Ginny folded a leg under herself and leant against the back of the chair, fidgeting for a moment before fishing a pencil out of the cushion with a barely repressed smirk. She tucked it behind her ear without thinking and arched an eyebrow. "Rotten fish? Are you trying to pull my leg?" A look of mild discomfort flickered across her face. "It wasn't a Peruvian dish was it?"
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Rodolphus laughed a little when she pulled a pencil out from the chair.
"Sorry. I have no idea how that got there."
He smiled a bit when she tucked it behind her ear.
"A budding artist, are we?"
Rodolphus shook his head.
"No, I'm not. It was rotten and..." He made a face. "No, it wasn't Peruvian. I think."
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"Nah, if Rabastan wants to call me Red, I won't ask him to stop. It's not that important to me."
Settling against the back of the couch once more, she braced her head with her hand and asked. "Why do you think you can't get past this? You must have some sense of what's not right. Is it me, then? Would it be better if I left?"
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He picked up his pencil and tried to add more to the couch.
"It's subtle things that I'm noticing. The angles of a person's face, minor details in a tree or landscape. Of course, nothing I have ever drawn is perfect, but I'm usually aware of what I've done wrong."
Rodolphus shook his head.
"I don't want you to go."
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"Let's look at this logically. When did you start seeing a difference? What's changed from then to now?" Ginny reached over and set the pencil balancing on his thigh.
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"You do realize you're depriving an artist of the tools necessary for his work. That's a dangerous thing. If you start taking all my pencils, then I'll start taking all of your research books."
Rodolphus chuckled, a faint smile on his lips.
"Well, after you found out who I was, I had an explosion of emotions that I took out by drawing and painting. But when I started looking back at my work from that time to now, I started finding flaws. Things I never usually miss or would never have drawn in the first place."
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