013 [Filtered to Greg Lestrade]

[rule_britannia]

Do you have a minute?

[Understatement. He'll need more than a minute]

I need a word.

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[di_intraining]

[He's careful to keep his expression away from Arthur, because he's not even sure how to hide the irritation underneath.]

Well then, apology accepted.

[Only, not really, but for the sake of peace and friendship he's willing to pretend it is.]

[rule_britannia]

[He gives Greg a hard look, then presses his lips together and makes an irritated noise]

You know what, fine. You be that way. I admitted my mistake, apologised, and I meant it, but I'm not going to start grovelling around your feet for forgiveness. The ball's in your court now. You know where to find me when you want to stop acting like I just dropped your puppy off the top of the Astronomy tower.

[Arthur turns, and walks away, shoulders slightly hunched]

[di_intraining]

[He should just let Arthur go. Really, with his temper slowly starting to heat up again, he knows better than to start arguing when he's angry. Because that's when he says the stupidest things on earth.

But there's a sudden spike of...something in his heart, when he watches Arthur's retreating back. Too reminiscent of another friendship that had gone so wrong when everything had been so right. And it's what pushed the words out of his mouth before he could stop them.]

Well what am I supposed to do then!? I mean it when I say I accept your apology. I really do, or at least I'm trying even if I feel like an idiot!

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur stops, and taps his heel against the ground as if he's considering taking another step]

You might accept my apology, Greg, but I don't believe for one moment that you actually forgive me.

[He glances back over his shoulder, then turns, hands in his pockets, and shrugs]

Out of my own embarrassment and uncertainty over my situation I failed to inform you of one thing that happened in my life. I tell you everything else, did you know that?

[di_intraining]

[His mouth goes dry at that. He swallows; should he try lying about how he feels? But Arthur has already seen through him, so the truth is really the only way.]

I didn't know that. And I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I want to forgive you. Because you're my friend and I don't...don't want to be mad at you.

[rule_britannia]

[Sigh...

Arthur closes his eyes for a moment and forces his shoulders to relax. He pulls his hands from his pockets and walks back over to Greg, placing one on his shoulder]

You're a good friend. The best.

[di_intraining]

[Greg meets his eyes in return. There's sadness, unexplainable sadness within, but also relief, happiness and joy. As Arthur puts one hand on his shoulder, so does Greg return the movement from his side.]

I don't know about myself, but you're a great friend Arthur. I'm glad to have you as one.

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur grins, and it's relieved. He hadn't really wanted to walk away and leave it like that]

Are we good?

[di_intraining]

[Greg matches Arthur's grin with one of his own, perhaps with more relief.]

We're always good.

[rule_britannia]

[He lets out a soft exhale, pats Greg's shoulder, then drops his hand]

Good. I'm glad.

[di_intraining]

[He removes his hand too. While he wears a smile of relief on his face though, that small seed of doubt had already been planted inside him. Victoria had unknowingly planted it in the hurt that John had left behind, and this incident had only served to water it even further.]

Dining Hall? It's getting cold out here, and I'm itching for some dinner.

[rule_britannia]

Sounds great. It's early yet, I'll see if I can't get away with sitting with you.

[He flashes a quick smile and falls into step beside the other boy as they head back to the castle]

[di_intraining]

I think it's my turn to sit at Slytherin table though. Bets on how long it'll take before some of the regular nutters start getting on our case about how pure-bloods and mugbloods are supposed to be ripping at each other rather than the turkey?

Or do you reckon we could get Victoria to join us as well?

[rule_britannia]

It's a possibility.

[He makes a thoughtful sound]

If we do get the nutters on our case again, do you want to petrify them or shall I?

[di_intraining]

We can let her know through the journals.

Split them, 50-50? If it's just the one, I'll let you have the honors.

[rule_britannia]

Oh, you're too good to me, you know? Can you write while you walk? I could try but I don't think she could read my handwriting.

[Which is horrendous to begin with]

[di_intraining]

[He smirks as he pulls out his journal from his bag and starts writing the invitation out to Victoria.]

Well I'm a generous bloke. And you've always had a good hand for that spell anyway.

[rule_britannia]

There's something just so incredibly satisfying about it.

[He grins cockily]

I think it's something about the thud as they hit the ground.

[di_intraining]

I prefer the looks on their faces myself.

[There's a matching smirk to Arthur's cocky grin as he slips the journal back into the back.]

[rule_britannia]

Ah, yes.. the priceless expression as they wonder what just happened.

[He laughs]

You can really be rather devious when you've the mind for it, can't you?

[di_intraining]

What, me? I have no idea what you're talking about Arthur.

[Someone's been learning a bit too much sarcasm/snark from Victoria, if that innocent look he's giving Arthur is any indication.]

[rule_britannia]

[He stares for a moment]

... You've been spending too much time around my cousin.

[di_intraining]

That a good thing or a bad one?

[rule_britannia]

... We'll see.

[Pause, thinking]

You've been spending a fair bit of time with her since school started, now I think of it, haven't you?

[di_intraining]

I guess. I offered to teach her some Keeper basics, seeing as she was trying out for the team. And then we kept bumping into each other around Hogwarts too.