A/N: drabble #5 - One drabble must use the given prompt for the week in some way (given prompt: 3.13pm)
Some Treacle and a Fudge
5. A Little Late Afternoon
He was supposed to have his desk cleaned out by three, but the pocketwatch he carried everywhere said thirteen past and no-one had knocked on his door. Maybe it was pity, or maybe it was because she was on the other side of the door and no longer cared.
She hadn't even come to seen him after the news had come.
He supposed it didn't matter. Now that their relationship was no longer forbidden it seemed it was no longer a relationship as well. Just like the treacle he'd kept in his desk was now hard and bitter in his mouth. He tried one; he'd have to clear them out anyway. He didn't take another one, like he would have on other days.
He cast a vanishing spell on them instead, along with whatever other tidbits he wouldn't be needing at home. Scrawled notes that meant nothing. Roses preserved by spells. More sweets. All of them things that had made his office like a home. All things he no longer required there.
Tick-tock went the clock. Fourteen past three now. Still no knock, so he looked at the bare office again.