Harry’s POV:
“I am sorry.”
Well, I had given myself a full lecture on reasons why I should be sorry and there was nothing wrong in saying it. I practised several times in front of the mirror.
Still in the morning I felt so much change of the mind. Then again, her voice echoed in my ear and Damn, she had done some spell on me.
“Uhh- yeah, I mean - it’s okay.” I stuttered.
It all went wasted, because he was the one to apologise first and I lost the chance to at least say ‘I am sorry too’ in return.
For some pretty strange reason he was so enthusiastic. And he was smiling like a madman.
“Let's have a chat.” he said, standing beside the chair, in front of my table in my office. I had found him, standing there when I entered.
I walked silently to the chair he sat opposite to me.
“I am sorry, I may look so awkward,” he smiled nervously.
Well he did look awkward most of the time, especially today.
“Are you drunk?” I guessed.
“No!! I am pretty sober.” I hummed.