Firewhiskey and Conversation
III – Pity or Sympathy?
"How many times must I remind you…"
"Habit."
She walked over to him, and put a hand on his arm.
"Sympathy and pity are two different things."
He glanced at her hand, then her face.
"Close enough for me." He drained his glass.
"Why are you here?"
"Poppy and I had tea, she said no one had seen you today. You've been holed up all day?"
"I don't see how it's your concern, but yes. It is Saturday, no classes today or tomorrow. I plan to drink myself into oblivion."
"Drinking doesn't solve anything."
"Hermione…"
"Talking to me might, however."