RP: The only things you regret... Date: 24th March, year two Characters: Albus and Severus Location: Market Street Warnings: Probably none Public/Private: Private Summary: Sev ... wants to apologize. No, really! Status: Complete
As much time as he spent at Hermione's house these days, Severus was starting to think that shopping for groceries was a decided waste of time. Or at least groceries to keep at his house, that was. The few times in a week he could be bothered to actually eat there, he found the sandwiches he made to be ... more than a little lacking. A few solutions to this problem readily suggested themselves. The first was to have dinner with Hermione even more often, though he wasn't certain that he wanted to impose. (Knowing Hermione, she likely wouldn't have thought it an imposition at all. She was wonderful that way.)
The second was, perhaps, to ask her to teach him how to cook. As mad as he was about her, however, Severus was certain that would be even more of an imposition than the first option. And not just the actual cooking. Because she would have to bear with him whilst he overcame his fear of stoves, wouldn't she? Which, wonderful as she was, he didn't think would be any imposition for her, either. All right, so perhaps he was simply putting off the inevitable, rather than risk looking like a great coward. He'd have to think about that some more.
The third option, though, was the one that really gave him pause when it crossed his mind. And considering that the second involved confronting a phobia, that was really saying something. It was far too soon to suggest anything like moving in together. Now he thought about it, he wasn't entirely certain how that solved the lackluster sandwich problem. Apart from he likely wouldn't be having any sandwiches, that was, because he didn't think Hermione would stand for it. But regardless, it was too soon. She'd likely think he was mad if he broached the subject.
No sooner had he decided that he wasn't going to mention that at all -- complete with shaking his head at himself for even thinking it -- did Severus catch sight of someone out of the corner of his eye: Dumbledore. His jaw clenched, and he swallowed, but unlike the last time he'd run into the Headmaster at the grocer's, Severus didn't turn around and start off in the other direction. He still wasn't entirely certain what he wanted to say to the other man, but he felt quite certain that he ought to say something. Therefore, he took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders, and continued on in the previous direction, stopping just a few feet away from the man.
"Dumbledore," he said, with a nod. In light of their previous exchanges, that greeting was downright warm by comparison, but at least it was a start. "I, ah..." But he had to pause, licking his lips as he collected his thoughts. "I wanted to -- apologize -- for the way I behaved, the last time we met." He decided to leave it there, for the time being. And, if Dumbledore didn't drop dead from shock, he might just think of a follow up sentence or two, as well.