Long Story Short | Theseus Scamander

054 victim analysis

"Scamander," Travers called and Theseus dropped Ariadne's wrist. There was nothing more she wanted to say, not in front of him at least. Without wasting a second, she turned away. She didn't want to be here. Marching away from the questions, the scrutinising stares and the degrading comments, Ariadne left the corridor. There was so much on her mind that she needed a third party view and she knew exactly who to ask.

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"You guys almost kissed? Why didn't you?"

"Melinda," Ariadne groaned, dragging out the name. They sat outside, people watching as a waitress handed them their coffee. On a day like this, they were the only ones crazy enough to sit outside. Clouds hung from above, threatening to downpour at any moment. People passing carried umbrellas and held onto their rain jackets, eyes darting up to the sky.

"Is he not the ideal man?" Melinda continued, ignoring Ariadne's embarrassment. "He's tall, handsome and has a good status. Not to mention kind and very much in love with you."

"No, he's not," she denied, trying not to let the blush reveal how hope filled her heart with Melinda's words.

"Uh huh."

"It's more complicated than that," Ariadne argued, shaking her head, "He's my boss. I can't date him." It was frowned upon if co-workers had a romantic relationship in the same department, especially working as an auror. You could not let your feelings get in the way of anything, particularly on the field. Not to mention she would have to bypass Travers to get the okay; he would never in a million years approve.

"Why not?"

"Because people will talk. And I don't need another reason for them to," Ariadne trained her eyes away, anywhere that wasn't Melinda's face. She didn't want to see the reaction that was prompted by her own words. Throughout Ariadne's life, people's views on her were always negative. They had nothing good to say about her because no one wanted to say anything good about her. She was smart for her age, she was a tryhard. She was cunning and ambitious, she lacked empathy for those she cut down. If she even looked at Theseus the wrong way, people would talk. "I don't want my achievements to be looked down on because people thought that Theseus just gave it to me."

A soft hand was placed on Ariadne's which made her glance back to Melinda. Soft eyes filled with empathy stared back at her, "When have you ever cared about what other people have to say about you?"

"Just because I don't show it doesn't mean I don't care," Ariadne muttered, "I would give a lot for people to stop talking about me."

"Do you really want what they say to take Theseus away from you?" Melinda questioned and Ariadne already had an answer in her mind. "He has feelings for you. If you don't take the risk because of what people will say, how much would you regret that?"

"And what if he doesn't want me."

"Oh c'mon," she exclaimed, "What did I say to you when you told me your feelings?"

"I knew it," Ariadne repeated with a fond roll of her eyes.

"Exactly. It's so obvious that it pains me that you can't see it."

"But what if he realises he doesn't want me anymore after he has me?" Ariadne asked in a small voice. There were so many 'what if's' that it was hurting Ariadne's brain just thinking about it. Why did she care this much about what he thought and what he wanted? Was he having the same conversation with Bailey after Ariadne practically dragged Melinda away from the pair?

"That is utter bullshit. He has had feelings for you for years, just because he can freely express them won't mean he'll stop." Melinda's words hit Ariadne like a well needed wake up call. The look on Ariadne's face was enough to make Melinda sighed, "Tell me about the men who have ruined your perception of love and I'll tell you if you were the bad guy."

Ariadne snorted at the raven witch's bluntness, a soft distant emotion gracing her face. The answer was obvious: it was the first man who she ever knew. Why was it that the father always influenced the child's impression of love? She wanted to be nothing like him and yet he seemed to linger in every corner of herself. "Well, my first love didn't like how I was in the traineeship of becoming an auror since later I would have a higher ranking job than him. We fought a lot, he told me to quit and I didn't want to so he ended it."

"You weren't the bad guy. I mean seriously? Who cares if you have a 'higher ranking' job?"

"My second one wanted to settle down, have children, live out the white picket fence life. I was still making a name for myself and thought having children would get in the way of my job... And I thought that I wouldn't make a great parent," Ariadne summarised, being completely unreserved as she tried to detach her emotions. If she was being honest, he had hurt her most. Just because she didn't want to settle down then never meant she didn't want to at all. But he didn't want to wait and eventually they realised it would have been better just to separate.

"You would be an amazing mum," Melinda disclosed, squeezing Ariadne's hand softly. "And just because you weren't ready, doesn't make you unlovable," she added adamantly. Holding both her hands now, the raven witch stared at Ariadne, "Take the risk. Please, because maybe he's worth it. And you won't know that until you actually put your foot forward."

"Okay."

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