She batted him away as if he were nothing more than an annoying insect. Though it had been much more gentle than the slap she'd served him a moment ago, it did far more to him than sting. It shattered him. She did not want him to touch her. She did not want to admit that what they had was love. Surely, the next step would be to bring him to her house so that she could shove him into the fireplace and floo him away so that she could be done with him, once and for all - to hell with their vows!

Barnabas crumpled to the ground in a pitiful, sobbing heap, "Please Maeve, please don't do this. I love you, please, we can be together. I'll do everything you say, I promise! We'll be happy just like before! I'll live here with your family forever and you can be an auror for as long as you like. I... I won't even expect to have children. Please..." He become a blubbering mess then, the cold wind assisting in smearing his tears and snot across his face that likely didn't help his case.