"Isobel!" Archie yelled, rapping on the door with one hand. He waited about two minutes before raising his hand to knock again. "Isobel, I know you're home. I have--presents!"
These past few weeks had really thrown a curveball at Archie. He couldn't understand how Izzie had gone from appearing at least marginally certain to accept his proposal to avoiding him like he was a carrier for Dragon Pox! Fearing that she'd finally decided he was nothing more than the mean old Ministry man who had desecrated her studio and then seduced her, he tried to do everything he could in order to make things right with her. Which he was confident would have worked, had he only been able to see her. Isobel's power of evasion were legitimately magical, and he had taken to half-heartedly attempting to follow her, just so Archie might have a chance to... fix things.
Which is why he decided that he might as well camp out on her stoop all evening, if that's what it took. He'd already had her presents, and it was Christmas. And he should be damn angry, considering she'd all but abandoned him without a word! But Archie conceded that he cared far too much about Isobel to let some petty (he hoped it was petty) squabble (was it even a squabble?) ruin something that potentially had a very solid future (DID IT STILL?)
He was about to knock again when she opened it, looking rather worse for the wear. Annoying feelings of guilt swept over him when he took in her appearance, but Archie decided to stand his ground. "I won't stay long," he said, gently easing past her into the room.
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