It was longer than six months.
Not that it was Graham Montague's fault. The job just took longer than expected. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named had more friends than anyone had suspected, and even though Potter had taken care of him, the Death Eaters and pureblood supporters didn't quit. It was rather annoying, and yet Montague couldn't help but be impressed at their...loyalty. He himself had deserted soon after he joined the Death Eaters. It was obvious to him that they were going to lose.
Anyway, he eventually came home, if his manor could be called a home, a little bruised, but no worse for wear. For the first few days, he mostly slept... And then the memories returned. While at work, Graham was skilled at thinking of nothing else but work. Without work, however, his mind tended to wander.
Currently, his mind was wandering into a dangerous zone - the Angelina Johnson zone.
The longer he stayed at home, the more he thought of her. The more he thought of her, the longer he stayed at home. Leaving the manor would mean seeing her, and if he saw he, he would probably run to her and get down on his knees and beg for forgivness. While he would be happy to have her back, doing so would ruin his image of a cold, distant man: the metaphorical "Mr. Darcy."
So he waited. Cooped up in the manor, he paced, worked on mindless activities, and wrote letters to Angelina which he never planned to send. Slowly but surely, months passed, until nearly a year had gone by. It was time for the pureblood Season to start again.
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Graham had been dreading the start of the Season for months. He knew the time would come around eventually, but every time the event came to mind, he pushed it away. The Season would mean re-entering society, and re-entering society meant seeing Angelina. And seeing Angelina meant either ruining his image or getting married that same day.
Not that he would necessarily mind the latter of those two options...
Something unnamed whirred to life in the back of his mind.
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fini.
Well, not really. More of a buffer space than anything.
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