When I say I'm sorry Characters: Faelan, Padma Summary: Faelan has some explaining to do.
Faelan felt like a complete and utter bloody, buggering prat.
Ever since his fight with Padma earlier in the day, he'd been remembering her angry face, the pain behind the fury in her voice when she yelled back at him, and worst -- the sight of her turning away from him and disappearing.
He'd been angry for hours, the wolf snapping its protective, possessive jaws in his head, but he couldn't even blame it for all the trouble. It would be the weakest, lowest excuse for his own behavior, and it was he who was responsible for being a jerk, not the wolf. What didn't fade over time was his worry for Padma's safety, but what did was his stubborn mindset, torn away most of all by her implication that he was trying to physically bully her into backing down. That had hit him like a slap to the face, for although he'd been angry, he hadn't at all intended to make her feel like that.
He was an arse. She was right that he couldn't tell her what to do, but he was too hot-headed to admit it and had shouted her right out of his presence.
He had no intention of ever liking that Barty bloke, and he would keep two eyes on him at all times, but he couldn't stand Padma being angry at him, and he had to make it right.
He'd left the nursery after brooding for the entire afternoon, arms laden with Frollicking Fireroses. He'd delivered them right on time to Severus Snape for his brewing for Alchemy & Ecstasy, but with Neville's permission, he'd held a few of the extras back, and it was with the stems clutched tightly in his fist that he took a deep breath and knocked on the door to Padma's flat.