Thread: Apology WHO: Celia Berg and Ashton Hartley WHEN: Feb 25th, morning before classes WHERE: House Sphinx
It wasn't the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, but apologizing to Celia - a were girl who had had it coming - was definitely high ranking on Ashton's list of things he would never have done if he had had any other choice. Of course, his choice now was to not apologize and not give the books back to the library he'd taken, which had the consequence of being denied his request to fly during the moon nights. Apologizing seemed so simple in comparison to giving back something that was his.
The books seemed silly for him to want to keep from an outside perspective. But the black dragon had a greed that was intensified by the event of his Keeper, the Dragonslayer who was descended from the man who'd slain his parents, taking possession of the large hoard of gold the adult blacks had left for their hatchlings. It had been the gold Ashton had grown in, laid on, connected to with a kind of mental bond that only dragons - and maybe some other creatures - had with worldly possessions. And it had been taken from him.
So, yes, telling Celia that he was sorry for throwing her across the library would not be his favorite memory at St. Margaret's, but it was a baby step in comparison to talking himself into ever giving up something once he had his claws on it. And by now, those books were stashed far back in his lair.
He blamed the girl. Celia, according to Ashton, was both the one to instigate this whole debacle and the one who had turned him over to the Headmistress for the reprimand and the near loss of his chances of ever flying on the three nights of the full moon cycle, up until then reserved for the wretched weres. He disliked her and he disliked them. But he was trying, he really thought he was. What made it worse was that, according to Barclay, he may have already given away enough details to lead her to guess at his true form.
Arriving at her door, where he'd been directed by another member of the Sphinx House, Ashton glared at the door panel for several minutes before straightening his shoulders and knocking. That he smelled of the February air in the upper atmosphere from his flights through the night and early that morning didn't seem to raise any concern for the dragon. He would get this over with and go back to his own dorm to prepare for classes to begin.