InsaneJournal

As Edmund Apparated outside of Meg's cottage, he had a sinking feeling that coming here tonight was a bad idea. He was still getting nowhere with his primary case, and even though it was obviously a good thing that no further attacks had been made against Regulus and Mary, the lack of progress in catching those responsible for the original attack and the break in was frustrating - especially when he knew who was behind the latter. Couple the frustration with the exhaustion he'd been feeling from pulling shifts beyond what he'd originally expected, and he found himself in a very raw place, emotionally. His usual guards and filters weren't up as strongly as they normally were, and he wasn't sure that being around Meaghan in that state was a good thing. He'd put her off the previous week because he was too afraid that he might say something he'd later regret, but she'd seemed so disappointed, and whatever else he felt she was a good friend, and so he'd decided he couldn't avoid her forever.

But now, as he made his way towards her door, cradling a pair of bottles of her favorite wine under his arm, he wondered if he'd made the right decision. He thought wryly that exhaustion, alcohol, and extreme amounts of feelings that he was fairly sure were unrequited was probably playing with fire. But, he'd promised to come, and he did want to see her, so he continued in his path until he reached her door. Knocking and waiting for her to answer the door, he hoped that it would be a pleasant evening and not a disaster.