And there it was. They weren’t going to dance around it for much longer, the lecture or the lashing was coming, Tybalt could feel it in his bones. Maybe he could say sorry – just to have apologised in person – and then make an urgent excuse and a very swift exit?
It wouldn’t be very Gryffindor of him, though, fleeing from the fight. (And, admittedly, the nature of the scandal could be worse, so Tyb wasn’t quite as ashamed as he might have been. They were married now, at least. He and Elsie would get things together soon enough, certainly by the time the baby came. And the scandalous start would fade from people’s minds. Eventually.)
He ought to have brought flowers, he suddenly considered, or half of Honeydukes in case the rest of the Beauregards liked chocolates, or a fancy bottle of liquor he absolutely couldn’t afford... But too late, he was here already; words and a sheepish expression were his only defence now. “I’m –” he cleared his throat, “sorry about that. Truly. It’s not how – how we meant it to happen.”
It wouldn’t be very Gryffindor of him, though, fleeing from the fight. (And, admittedly, the nature of the scandal could be worse, so Tyb wasn’t quite as ashamed as he might have been. They were married now, at least. He and Elsie would get things together soon enough, certainly by the time the baby came. And the scandalous start would fade from people’s minds. Eventually.)
He ought to have brought flowers, he suddenly considered, or half of Honeydukes in case the rest of the Beauregards liked chocolates, or a fancy bottle of liquor he absolutely couldn’t afford... But too late, he was here already; words and a sheepish expression were his only defence now. “I’m –” he cleared his throat, “sorry about that. Truly. It’s not how – how we meant it to happen.”
