*~Last chapter, longer then the other ones. And a twist embedded somewhere.
Where you ask? I shall never tell! Mwahahaha! (evil cackle)~*
"I can't believe that I was about to marry a *freak*!" Brenda whispered dangerously.
"What?" Dean asked. He felt as though his insides had shriveled up. "What do you mean a freak? Just because I'm a wizard? Are you really going to judge me just on my magical ability?"
Brenda looked at him, disgusted. Dean didn't understand. She was so wonderful, she was fun, beautiful, a little of a perfectionist, but he would have never thought this would be her reaction. He remembered that Harry had told him that some muggles loved their normality and didn't hold with magic. But he would have never expected that Brenda would be like that.
"Okay, we can go through with our marriage if you live like a civilized human being," Brenda said as she stroked his arm soothingly.
"Brenda, I'm going to take you back to that restaurant, I have to think about this for a while."
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Dean arrived back home and searched the apartment for Seamus. He had always gone to his best friend for advice before, so maybe he would help him now. Dean found him lying in bed, and snapped at him to get up.
"Seamus! Get up! Now! I need to talk to you *right now*!" Dean yelled.
Seamus arose from the sheets; his eyes still weren't properly opened. But when Dean yelled that loud, Seamus knew it was better to do whatever he wanted him to do. Dean recalled the events of the afternoon, and Seamus' eyes became wider with every word.
"Well, do you love her?" he asked.
"Yes, I do, but I'm not sure I want to give up my entire life to be with her. I've grown accustom to the wizard life, I'm not sure I can go back," Dean said, his head in his hands.
"Dean, what you have to do is ask yourself if you really love her, because if you do, then you would be able to marry her. I can't tell you what to do, this is something you have to figure out yourself," Seamus said wisely. And with that he traipsed back into the bedroom, flopped down on the sheets, and within three minutes Dean heard loud snores.
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It was strange how the weather affected his mood. It was raining. Big drops splattered on top of Dean's umbrella. People were running for cover, sheltered underneath newspapers or coats. Dean scowled at them. They ran with the only worry that they would be a bit wet. They didn't have to cope with this tearing feeling inside. The feeling that had kept Dean from enjoying the last week. Christmas didn't even cheer him that well. He stepped in a puddle and soaked his pants up to his knees. He cursed as he stomped along. Why did this have to be so hard? Why did it happen to him? Dean was so frustrated that when he passed a deserted street, he kicked a stone wall. That didn't help him at all, though. It just gave him a throbbing pain in his toe.
Ten minutes later, he knocked on the door of Brenda's apartment. She beckoned him inside and fussed over removing his coat. Dean sank into one of her squashy leather chairs as she went into the kitchen to make some tea. His heart was thumping with the thought of what he was about to do. Giving it up would be difficult, but he thought he could live with it.
"So, I take it you've made a decision?" Brenda asked as she handed him his tea. Dean blew over his mug and took a dainty sip before answering.
"Yes, I have. Look, Brenda, I've always believed that when you make a commitment, you have to adjust to people and their beliefs. You have to let some things go, and you need to accept people for who they are," Dean said.
"Oh Dean, this is wonderful! Thank you for sticking with me! This will just make our relationship stronger, you know," Brenda squealed.
"That's why," Dean continued as though Brenda hadn't said anything, "I've decided to call off the wedding."
It took a second for this to sink into Brenda's mind. She sat in shock for a few moments, then, with tears in her eyes, she whispered, "why?"
"You should be able to accept me for who I am. We already fell in love; we were already dedicated to each other. You suddenly judged me because of what I am. I can't marry you because that showed me that you didn't really love me. If you really did love me, then you wouldn't have let this get in the way. Goodbye, Brenda," and with that, Dean swept his coat off of the hook, and slammed the door behind him.
He apparated back to his apartment, threw his jacket on his bed, and flung himself on top of the sheets. When Seamus arrived home, he found Dean lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"So.what happened," Seamus asked tentatively.
Dean slowly turned to face him. "You're going to have me around for a bit longer, Seamus. I called the wedding off."
"I knew you'd do that. She's shown her true colors. She's a horrible woman if she's going to do that to you. You made the right decision, my friend." Seamus said smoothly.
Dean stared back up at the ceiling. "Well, at least Lavender will be happy."
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Dean entered the tiny Chinese restaurant, and stopped dead. Brenda was ordering at the counter. He turned on his heel, and stomped out of the place. He knew it was childish to avoid her like that, but he really didn't want to have any contact with her at all. The ministry had gone in to try to wipe her memory, but Dean asked them to not. He thought that she should live with the fact that she had lost him, and at least know the reason why. Maybe next time she wouldn't judge someone so horribly.
Dean walked away, and as he did, he left Brenda behind.
*~Emotional ending! They're so.emotional! Ha ha, well, I'll be starting another story soon. I still need a beta! Anyone interested?~*
"I can't believe that I was about to marry a *freak*!" Brenda whispered dangerously.
"What?" Dean asked. He felt as though his insides had shriveled up. "What do you mean a freak? Just because I'm a wizard? Are you really going to judge me just on my magical ability?"
Brenda looked at him, disgusted. Dean didn't understand. She was so wonderful, she was fun, beautiful, a little of a perfectionist, but he would have never thought this would be her reaction. He remembered that Harry had told him that some muggles loved their normality and didn't hold with magic. But he would have never expected that Brenda would be like that.
"Okay, we can go through with our marriage if you live like a civilized human being," Brenda said as she stroked his arm soothingly.
"Brenda, I'm going to take you back to that restaurant, I have to think about this for a while."
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Dean arrived back home and searched the apartment for Seamus. He had always gone to his best friend for advice before, so maybe he would help him now. Dean found him lying in bed, and snapped at him to get up.
"Seamus! Get up! Now! I need to talk to you *right now*!" Dean yelled.
Seamus arose from the sheets; his eyes still weren't properly opened. But when Dean yelled that loud, Seamus knew it was better to do whatever he wanted him to do. Dean recalled the events of the afternoon, and Seamus' eyes became wider with every word.
"Well, do you love her?" he asked.
"Yes, I do, but I'm not sure I want to give up my entire life to be with her. I've grown accustom to the wizard life, I'm not sure I can go back," Dean said, his head in his hands.
"Dean, what you have to do is ask yourself if you really love her, because if you do, then you would be able to marry her. I can't tell you what to do, this is something you have to figure out yourself," Seamus said wisely. And with that he traipsed back into the bedroom, flopped down on the sheets, and within three minutes Dean heard loud snores.
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It was strange how the weather affected his mood. It was raining. Big drops splattered on top of Dean's umbrella. People were running for cover, sheltered underneath newspapers or coats. Dean scowled at them. They ran with the only worry that they would be a bit wet. They didn't have to cope with this tearing feeling inside. The feeling that had kept Dean from enjoying the last week. Christmas didn't even cheer him that well. He stepped in a puddle and soaked his pants up to his knees. He cursed as he stomped along. Why did this have to be so hard? Why did it happen to him? Dean was so frustrated that when he passed a deserted street, he kicked a stone wall. That didn't help him at all, though. It just gave him a throbbing pain in his toe.
Ten minutes later, he knocked on the door of Brenda's apartment. She beckoned him inside and fussed over removing his coat. Dean sank into one of her squashy leather chairs as she went into the kitchen to make some tea. His heart was thumping with the thought of what he was about to do. Giving it up would be difficult, but he thought he could live with it.
"So, I take it you've made a decision?" Brenda asked as she handed him his tea. Dean blew over his mug and took a dainty sip before answering.
"Yes, I have. Look, Brenda, I've always believed that when you make a commitment, you have to adjust to people and their beliefs. You have to let some things go, and you need to accept people for who they are," Dean said.
"Oh Dean, this is wonderful! Thank you for sticking with me! This will just make our relationship stronger, you know," Brenda squealed.
"That's why," Dean continued as though Brenda hadn't said anything, "I've decided to call off the wedding."
It took a second for this to sink into Brenda's mind. She sat in shock for a few moments, then, with tears in her eyes, she whispered, "why?"
"You should be able to accept me for who I am. We already fell in love; we were already dedicated to each other. You suddenly judged me because of what I am. I can't marry you because that showed me that you didn't really love me. If you really did love me, then you wouldn't have let this get in the way. Goodbye, Brenda," and with that, Dean swept his coat off of the hook, and slammed the door behind him.
He apparated back to his apartment, threw his jacket on his bed, and flung himself on top of the sheets. When Seamus arrived home, he found Dean lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"So.what happened," Seamus asked tentatively.
Dean slowly turned to face him. "You're going to have me around for a bit longer, Seamus. I called the wedding off."
"I knew you'd do that. She's shown her true colors. She's a horrible woman if she's going to do that to you. You made the right decision, my friend." Seamus said smoothly.
Dean stared back up at the ceiling. "Well, at least Lavender will be happy."
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Dean entered the tiny Chinese restaurant, and stopped dead. Brenda was ordering at the counter. He turned on his heel, and stomped out of the place. He knew it was childish to avoid her like that, but he really didn't want to have any contact with her at all. The ministry had gone in to try to wipe her memory, but Dean asked them to not. He thought that she should live with the fact that she had lost him, and at least know the reason why. Maybe next time she wouldn't judge someone so horribly.
Dean walked away, and as he did, he left Brenda behind.
*~Emotional ending! They're so.emotional! Ha ha, well, I'll be starting another story soon. I still need a beta! Anyone interested?~*