Whoops, my fingers slipped. Here’s some Felix angst nobody asked for.
Pairing: Felix Rosier x Jacob’s Sibling
You glide across cobbled streets, your wand arm concealed and fingers securely wrapped around familiar wood. Although sunlight dances around you, your skin prickles as if shrouded in darkness; it seems like only yesterday these roads were buzzing with patrons, but one glimpse of Florean Fortescue’s boarded windows brings you back to the harsh reality of war.
Ben was supposed to accompany you on your assignment today, but Tonks decided last minute that his skills were better spent doing damage control for the Brockdale Bridge crisis. You don’t mind his absence too much –your task isn’t dangerous by any means– but that doesn’t mean you should be wandering alone for too long.
The thought makes you hunch over and pick up your pace.
You turn a corner and see your destination looming in the distance. The marbled structure glistens invitingly even though you know what lies inside is anything but. This will be your third attempt negotiating with the Goblins and you don’t expect it to go any better than the first two. All you want to do is get in, get out, and go home.
That is, until familiar chocolate eyes bore into yours as their owner strides down the entrance steps.
For a moment, you swear your heart stops beating entirely.
“Rosier,” you manage to reply evenly.
It’s been a few years since you’ve last seen the former prefect and his sudden appearance decidedly unhinges you. You find yourself having to consciously refrain from reaching out and caressing his familiar high cheekbones, and you can’t help but marvel at how distinguished he’s become with age.
“What brings you to Gringotts this fine afternoon?” he supplies with a knowing smirk.
You can’t decide whether you should wipe it off with a firm hand or your lips.
“I’m just here to take out some gold like everyone else,” you answer with a casual shrug of your shoulders. He takes a moment to regard you silently, and you use the time to compose yourself.
Although you haven’t seen him in ages, it doesn’t mean you haven’t heard the whispers since the day that he left. According to insider information, the youngest Rosier has been spotted among the ranks of known Death Eaters, and it chills you to think that your once devious, yet devoted schoolmate-turned-paramour seems to be following in his family’s footsteps. The very idea tugs at the corners of your own playful grin.
“You’ve never been like anyone else, (F/N),” he says softly and incredibly out-of-the-blue.
His gaze is so intense that you shuffle uncomfortably and have to look away. It doesn’t stop you from sensing the step he takes forward, though, and his proximity threatens to overwhelm you completely.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, leaning over so that his hot breath tickles against your ear. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and you sidestep away from him reflexively.
“You wouldn’t have to if you had made the right choice.”
The words are cutting and he stiffens as soon as they tumble out of your mouth. He raises his head haughtily and sneers at you as if the last thirty seconds never happened.
“You always did think you were better than everyone,” he drawls. He moves to march past you, but you latch onto his left arm, tugging him back toward you in defiance. As if burned by your touch, he forcefully snatches it away from your clutches, his eyes betraying a look of guilt. The undeniable truth slowly dawns on you and you blink away rapidly forming tears, realizing that the Felix Rosier you once knew was lost a long time ago.
“What happened to you, Felix?” you murmur more to yourself than anyone. He deflates a little, but otherwise makes no mention that he heard you at all.
“I’ve somewhere to be, so I must see myself out,” Felix intones.
There are a thousand things you want to say to him, but none of them seem to be enough. You stay quiet and he takes your silence as consent to leave.
“It’s been a pleasure getting to see you today, (L/N),” he adds with a tone of finality. He delicately picks up your hand and curls your fingers around his before imparting them with a soft kiss.
“Bonne journée, my love,” Felix says quietly before slipping past you and out of sight. A lone tear spills down your cheek and you exhale deeply, suppressing a shudder. There’s no time to dwell on this recent blow to your heart, so you shake your head clear and approach the bank entrance.
You’ve got a job to do, and you sure as hell aren’t going to be someone who lets their loved ones down.
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