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Post by Arthur Weasley on Jan 11, 2009 21:50:36 GMT -5
Arthur lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was still thinking about Molly and trying to come up with ways he could get her to talk to him again. Maybe the fact that he was no longer talking to Ted would be a point in his favor. He could send her an owl and ask her to meet him. Or perhaps he could just show up at the restaurant and talk to her there. Or maybe he should wait until Fabian and Gideon talked to her...
As he lay there, he became aware of some loud voices out in the hallway. He couldn't make out the voices or what they were saying, but he could tell that they were yelling. He lay there for a few more minutes, then finally got up and walked down the hall to the front door of his apartment. He opened the door and peeked his head out, blinking in the bright lights of the hallway.
There he saw Roland Ferrera, who he vaguely recognized from the ministry, and Riley Neves having an argument in the hallway. Roland was shirtless and Riley was still in her cloak. "Um, guys?" he said sleepily. "Could you keep it down out here? People are trying to sleep."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 11, 2009 21:59:46 GMT -5
"Maybe I do," was all Roland was able to get out before a third voice interrupted. He turned to see Arthur Weasley peeking his head around the side of his door.
He closed his eyes in annoyance. "Sorry, Arthur," he said, lowering his voice. "We're just about done here, you can go back to sleep."
Turning back to Riley, he glared at her with a look of pure loathing. "That is, unless you have any other unwarranted opinions on my life you'd like to share with the two of us."
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 12, 2009 12:45:49 GMT -5
"Actually, I have several," Riley hissed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. Her other hand was on her hip, and her brows were creased. She was fighting really hard not to just lose it with him.
She looked at Arthur and forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Arthur. We'll be quiet."
Turning back to Roland, she pierced him with a look of disgust and hatred. "I'm going to ask Angelique tomorrow to reassign you."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 12, 2009 14:17:47 GMT -5
His jaw clenched at her choice of words. Arthur already forgotten, he glared at her. "Reassign *me*?" he repeated sharply. "Why not ask her to reassign *you*? And I intend to ask her first! I don't know what she was thinking, pairing us together. You're the most self-righteous person I've ever had the displeasure of knowing!"
It usually took a lot to get him this riled up. But her superior attitude grated on every nerve he had. There had been a few moments when they had been working where it almost seemed like they could get along, but they never lasted. And when they were not working... she became someone else entirely. He found her confusing and frustrating, and he really hoped he could convince Angelique to reassign him.
"This conversation is over." He was seething as he started to walk back down the hall to his own apartment.
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Post by Riley Neves on Jan 12, 2009 15:44:27 GMT -5
"Merlin, how childish can you be?" Riley muttered under her breath, mentally mocking the way he said he would ask first. She didn't want to be reassigned because she was invested in this assignment, and she would be better able to complete it than Roland would. He flew off the handle too much, he was impossible to work with.
"Sorry again, Arthur," she sad softly, finally going inside her apartment and closing the door.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Jan 12, 2009 16:09:11 GMT -5
When her door closed, Roland let out an angry sigh. He was tempted to punch the door or something, but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of hearing him behave childishly. He was better than this, he knew it. But somehow, just one word from her was enough to set him off and make him act like a jerk. Usually he was better at controlling his emotions than this. But he was on edge, and had been ever since he'd come back. He had hoped tonight would help with that, but Riley had to ruin it. Why did she have to live next door to him, anyway? Maybe he should reconsider his mother's offer to move back home.
Looking back over at Arthur, who was staring at him with interest, Roland shook his head. "I'm sorry again, Arthur. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."
He went back inside his apartment and sank down onto the sofa. He felt exhausted, and more than a little hungry. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to go to sleep or try to dig up something to eat.
Before he could even make a decision either way, his mind went back to thinking about Riley. Really, what was her problem? Was she really that convinced that his actions had put the case at risk? What could Nathalia possibly have done? He hadn't told her anything more than the mere fact that he was an auror. He didn't mention the case, his partner's name, or the previous case he had done. What risk could there be? Unless there was another reason why she would be angry....
He let out a low groan. He was tired of trying to understand her.
He was about to go into the kitchen to see if he had any cereal when his eyes fell on the bottle of wine he had opened for Nathalia. Without a second thought, he grabbed it and took a long swig right from the bottle.
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