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Louis Valois
I can't offer anything more [Tag Ingrid, FnF continuation]
Tue Nov 15, 2016 07:52
46.218.37.42 (XFF: 10.139.70.229, 127.0.0.1)

“Friends with all sorts.” As he heard that sentence, Louis’s heart sank. So, she hadn’t changed her mind. Yet again, he was presented with the ‘us’ and ‘them’. There was always a difference, a difference that Louis Valois, against all the odds, no longer understood.

But what he did understand was that Ingrid seemed to be giving him an ultimatum of sorts. ‘I’m sorry, but behave or I can’t – won’t – spend time with you.’ She might have not said those exact words, but that was what Louis took from her statement. And, once again, he hesitated. Last time they’d been in this situation, at the ball, he’d tried to smooth over the disagreement, to continue on as if nothing had happened. It was a move that he’d felt guilty about later, and he’d decided that he wouldn’t bend his morals for anyone. But, on the other hand, he liked Ingrid. He didn’t want to lose her as a friend. And, if there was the slightest chance he could change her mind, didn’t that justify his decision?

“I-” He paused, bit his lip. How was he going to say this? “I can’t promise anything,” he said, looking straight at her, hoping she would understand what he meant. “I don’t know how my parents will react to things I do, but I can’t just go along with everything they tell us. I don’t mean to cause trouble, but I won’t put anyone down just because they’re not pureblood. I don’t care about that anymore, and I can’t pretend I do.” He sighed, and smiled sadly at Ingrid, not really expecting her to be happy with that. It wasn’t as if he was planning some great rebellion, but nor was he going to just do as he was told. He’d thought about leaving home, but that was far too impractical a solution for a boy of 15. He didn’t plan to make his parents disown him, and they hadn’t yet, but he had no more idea than anyone else as to how far he could push them.

“If you decide you don’t want to be friends with me, that’s okay. It’s your choice. But I like you, and I like spending time with you, if that makes any difference.” That was really the big question here. Did Ingrid like him enough to go against her upbringing, against what was expected of her, even if it was only a little bit of a rebellion? He wouldn’t be surprised if she decided against it – a younger Louis would have done exactly that – but still he hoped that he meant something to her, enough to make her at least hesitate in her decision.

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