Who: Matilda and Jack, Clyde and Becca What: A confrontation, one hour after this. When: The early hours of Monday, August 31 Where: Matilda's flat, London Warnings: Lots of bad things.
Matilda was trying her best to hold her head high, to act as if she wasn't about to break down completely, but she didn't know for how much longer she could keep herself so composed. She was cornered, and she knew it - and worst of all, Jack knew it too. He was the one doing the cornering, after all. No doubt this was a big night for him; he had her exactly where he wanted her, and as far as either of them could see, there was nothing she could do about it.
She'd met him at the MTN, and this time, she hadn't bothered hiding her wand. She clenched it in her hand as he approached her, daring him to try something in public, but he didn't. He had other plans, and, not surprisingly, going back to her flat was the first of them. Of course it was. If they stayed in a public place, Matilda might have been able to keep anything too humiliating from happening, but in private... Well, she didn't know what would happen, and she tried not to think about it. She especially tried not to think what would happen if (though "when" was more likely) Clyde showed up, with Becca in tow. She couldn't think about that now; things were bad enough already without adding them into the equation.
Reluctantly, she drove him to her flat, and when they arrived, she reversed all the protective enchantments she'd put on her home to keep him out of it, just so he could get in tonight. She did it without him even having to say anything - he must have loved that. But she was just being logical, that's all; it would have been foolish to make him angry so soon. And truthfully, she had already resigned herself to whatever was going to happen tonight. She didn't have any other choice but to give him what wanted, at least for the moment.
And now they were in her flat. She had gone in first, which was incredibly nerve-wracking; she didn't like not being able to face him. As soon as she was inside, she increased the distance between them enough to make her feel a little more comfortable, so that she was in the living room while he was still in the foyer, and she turned to face him, crossing her arms over her chest, her wand still in hand. She put on a brave, defiant face. "Well. Let's get this over with, shall we?"