Chapter 8
Needless to say, the next day Remus felt absolutely horrible for what he had said. He walked into the bar, wondering profusely why in the world he had yelled at her. She didn't deserve it, and that's what really, really bothered him. She was unnaturally cheerful all the time, smiling and happy, but he was 100 sure he had heard her sobbing late at night. It was a sin in his opinion to act like everything was perfect when it wasn't. (Even though he did the same thing)
He saw her unlocking the door, ushering in the first patrons.
He walked over to her, and whispered in her ear
"Violet, we need to talk"
She stalked over to a table and magically conjured place sets, ignoring him pointedly.
"Please, I was an idiot" He begged.
And still, she exuded her innate stubbornness.
"Will you just listen?" He added, hopefully.
"I believe I heard enough last night!" She said tartly, turning to another table, continuing her work.
There were two old men, sitting at the bar.
"Oi! Bartender! Pour us a drink!" One rudely called to Remus.
"Just a minute!" He answered, before returning to Violet. "Please, please, please just hear me out" He cried.
"Make it quick, you've got customers" She faced him, but ignored his gaze by examining her fingernails.
"I was a stupid imbecile and I'm not worth a second of your time. But I love spending time with you and you are my best friend in the whole world" He kneeled onto the ground "I lashed out at you and you didn't deserve it, and I'm immensely sorry and apologize a gazillion times!" He looked at her hopefully, and saw her break into a grin.
"Oh, get up!" She admonished, helping him to his feet.
And then she hugged him tightly. "No one's ever apologized so quickly!" She grinned.
She let him go and awkwardly patted his shoulder. "You have customers waiting"
She beamed the rest of the night.