Cormac McLaggen (maps_cormac) wrote in greatergood_rpg, @ 2012-07-23 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: cormac mclaggen, character: katie bell, date: july 2001, place: private residence |
RP: She's got tickets to her own show, but nobody who wants to go...
Date: July 23, 2001
Characters: Cormac and Katie
Location: Katie's place
Public/Private: Private
Summary: Cormac goes to confront Katie. This will end an "engagement". And maybe a friendship. Except not because it's Katie and Cormac. HOW DO YOU END THAT?!
Status: Incomplete
Cormac had marinated on it for a week in Paris alone. Whatever happened to Astoria - whether she went back home or not - he didn't know. He wondered. Worried, even, but he knew better than to try to find out. She wouldn't have answered him or claimed he didn't really care. Or something. Something that would have pissed him off and frustrated him more. When he came back, like he was supposed to, he surprised Lavender by telling her he'd been in Paris at all. He hadn't told anyone of the trip. It was his trip with Astoria and he didn't feel the need to brag about it. Well, it'd backfired in his face. He hated that. He hated they hadn't even gotten a day together. No, Katie had to ruin it long before their feet had touched French soil. He'd played back the conversation over and over in his head, up until she had turned and walked away. He wondered if he could have done something else, something that made her forgive him. Why didn't he really try to hug her when she started to cry? Why had he been too scared she'd push him away or hex him? Why hadn't he just agreed completely he was a prick? Why didn't he...?
Lavender had told him to go after Astoria, but discreetly. She'd also expressed utter shock over him mentioning Katie and he had ever been in engaged. Not that they were anymore. He'd ended it that day via owl. It wasn't the best way to, but he had meant it. Astoria talked about not being able to trust him, but he couldn't trust Katie anymore at all! She was just kept opening her big mouth on things they were in agreement not to talk about yet or that someone had told her in confidence. It was disconcerting and he hated it.
He had waited until today after work to come by her place. He didn't even want to be here, but he owed that to her, didn't he? To say it to her face? To tell her to go to hell to her face? Sure he did and it'd feel damned good to say it, too. Knocking on the door, he waited for her to come answer it.