No, she had said and if those words weren’t enough, her very animated shake of her head spoke to him. Screamed at him what she was trying to say.
No, said the boy to stealing the toy as it fell out of his pocket.
No, said the man to falling over as he stood up from the ground.
No, said the girl stood before the Hit Wizard as her eyes were red with tears.
He hadn’t trained as a Hit Wizard for nothing; he hadn’t followed those training to become aurors in the hopes of one day becoming one himself. He knew people; he could see them. He understood people and when they said no twice, though in very different ways, within the space of a few seconds in the way she was saying it; without so much as a prompt to say it more than once, it was clear as day you usually meant the exact opposite.
Thou dost protest too much, methinks.
Had she said no and left it at that, he wouldn't have pressed on. But she hadn't.
Frowning a little, Charles turned on the bench and watched her closely, “Rather, you highlight the bad to sweeten the good.” He shrugged.
Sometimes it was necessary to shed light on the dark to see the detail in its shapes. It was important to bring to surface the dreadful things, Charles thought, because if you didn’t; they would grow. You had to look at them sometimes, point them out, and say ‘This is bad, but I can make it better’.
Add a bit of white paint to a black ball and the ball won’t be black anymore.
“Did he tell you that? What else did he say?” He asked, if nothing more than to comfort the girl so she wasn’t in such a state when she got home.
And when she did, maybe he’d finally get his drink and find the bastard who thought it funny to reduce a girl to tears.
No, said the boy to stealing the toy as it fell out of his pocket.
No, said the man to falling over as he stood up from the ground.
No, said the girl stood before the Hit Wizard as her eyes were red with tears.
He hadn’t trained as a Hit Wizard for nothing; he hadn’t followed those training to become aurors in the hopes of one day becoming one himself. He knew people; he could see them. He understood people and when they said no twice, though in very different ways, within the space of a few seconds in the way she was saying it; without so much as a prompt to say it more than once, it was clear as day you usually meant the exact opposite.
Thou dost protest too much, methinks.
Had she said no and left it at that, he wouldn't have pressed on. But she hadn't.
Frowning a little, Charles turned on the bench and watched her closely, “Rather, you highlight the bad to sweeten the good.” He shrugged.
Sometimes it was necessary to shed light on the dark to see the detail in its shapes. It was important to bring to surface the dreadful things, Charles thought, because if you didn’t; they would grow. You had to look at them sometimes, point them out, and say ‘This is bad, but I can make it better’.
Add a bit of white paint to a black ball and the ball won’t be black anymore.
“Did he tell you that? What else did he say?” He asked, if nothing more than to comfort the girl so she wasn’t in such a state when she got home.
And when she did, maybe he’d finally get his drink and find the bastard who thought it funny to reduce a girl to tears.