Fear Me

Don’t get your hopes up (takes the money, before going to grab a random pastry and pour the coffee. shoving them the pastry at him and setting the coffee down.) you have your stuff now leave

We’ll see each other again, Sturgis Podmore. I look forward to that day. [takes his pastry and coffee and turns to leave]

you want something? fucking pay me

Tsk. You used to be so sweet. Such a shame. [pulls out some money and sets it on the counter] I do hope you change your mind.

If we weren’t in a public place, and if it wasn’t for Lucy I would kill you

[smiles slowly] That’s okay, I was just here for a coffee and a danish anyway. Please fetch me them, will you darling?

maybe not, but that doesn’t mean I want to feel any of that from you. you left me. don’t you fucking get that? I wouldn’t have been a criminal if it wasn’t for you.

[laughs abruptly] You were a criminal the second you stepped into my house. Which you did so willingly, if I recall. Face it, Sturgis. You have no one to blame but yourself. You knew what I was, but you were so desperate and pathetic you were willing to be with a Death Eater to make yourself feel better. None of this was my fault. It was all your own doing.

missed me? (jerks his hand away) you didn’t miss me. you missed having a pet

[purses his lips, doing his best not to lose his temper in a public place like this] You’ve missed me too, don’t deny it. [hisses softly] I made you feel loved and wanted and not like a freak. I doubt you’re feeling much of that now, seeing as you’re a criminal who slept with a Death Eater. Multiple times, in fact. And loved it.

I was arrested because of you (is making sure to speak lowly so no one else can hear) I was in Azkaban because of you. I’d ask if you knew what it was like to feel your soul being taken from you piece by piece, but you don’t have one. 

Yes, well, it’s not my fault the Ministry didn’t do a thorough investigation. [leans across the counter, placing his hand lightly over Sturgis’s] I worried about you, you know. [speaks softly next to Sturgis’s face] I kept thinking of you. Missing you. [strokes his thumb across the back of Sturgis’s hand]

What would possess you to think you would get any of those from me?

Whatever do you mean? You’re not still sore that I left you in that alley, are you? Sturgis, you had to have known that being caught with me would’ve gotten you a harsher sentence than being caught without me. And you seem to be doing well for yourself despite that little snafu. [tilts his head, looking Sturgis up and down slowly] Very well, actually.

(finishes with the customer, and looks up to see who has walked in.) 

You need to leave

That’s it? No ‘Hello’? No ‘It’s good to see you’? How about an ‘I missed you’? [smirks as he approaches the register]

Well, well, what do we have here, then?