"Fine then," Meer said, still snappy.
If she had stayed, if they had never been engaged and she had never left, she could be running their old department by now. The thought struck her like yet another irritating freight train, and she tapped her foot against the floor. Meer glanced at his hands. Still no ring, which meant, again, that there had never been any point to any of this.
"I wasn't trying to run into you," she said, tone defensive. This was, also, true - in addition to hiding in the closet, she had diligently avoided entering a room likely to hold Baxter Keene ever since the break-up. It was as if he held dominion over anywhere north of Pennyworth, and she had Irvingly, and everywhere else was neutral territory. (If it were not for her siblings, she would very happily never enter Hogsmeade again.)
If she had stayed, if they had never been engaged and she had never left, she could be running their old department by now. The thought struck her like yet another irritating freight train, and she tapped her foot against the floor. Meer glanced at his hands. Still no ring, which meant, again, that there had never been any point to any of this.
"I wasn't trying to run into you," she said, tone defensive. This was, also, true - in addition to hiding in the closet, she had diligently avoided entering a room likely to hold Baxter Keene ever since the break-up. It was as if he held dominion over anywhere north of Pennyworth, and she had Irvingly, and everywhere else was neutral territory. (If it were not for her siblings, she would very happily never enter Hogsmeade again.)