Roald Krum is actually a dragon. (roald) wrote in ainsworthu,
"We were crazy? I don't know," Roald replied, swiftly turning so that his position mimicked hers (he just wasn't very good at sitting in one position for a long time), back against the thick trunk of the tree. "Crazy isn't something that leaves you, is it? We are sitting on a tree right now. Even if that isn't the craziest one can get, it's something."
Most of the time, this approach into serious conversation territory would send Roald into silence or just away in general -- but he felt, this time, that he should keep going. "Nah," he said, and shrugged lightly. "Life catches up with us all, I guess?"
Roald had really two sides to grudge-holding (as he did in everything; black and white were the only two options of any choice for him, it seemed): if it really pissed him off, steam about it forever, if not, forgive and forget immediately. And he was never angry at Jane's withdrawal -- just confused.