Another meeting was upon them, one that was destined to be just as explosive, if not more so, than the last. Tempting fate was something that Elijah Krum had become used to doing and while he’d lost his fear of doing so, he wasn’t entirely sure if he was feeling brave enough to take on the particular fire that he was sure one half of the newest match would greet him with.
Elijah wasn’t going to be naive about it. If he didn’t think the last meeting was going to go well then he knew as sure as he knew he was breathing that this one would be a disaster. No amount of Azkaban threats would see this one cowed. He couldn’t, however, predict how the other one would take it. No, he was a little more difficult to read than his wife-to-be.
Stubbing out his cigarette, Elijah threw the ash out of the window through the slats in the blinds. Then, with the slight gesture of his hand, the blinds shot to the top of the window pane, bathing the room in the bright morning light that was a sumptuous golden yellow, reminding him that London, indeed, was the best place to live.
Brushing his hands through his hair, Elijah sighed. He cast a furtive look in Ana’s direction, wondering if he should continue drinking as he had done during the prior meeting. Perhaps that’d be better, he conceded mentally. He doubted it, though. He didn’t want to over-indulge this couple as he had done the other one.
There was less of a need to placate this time. If they wanted to play, he was more than ready to owl the warden at Azkaban and have him make room.
He just hoped not everyone would make trouble for him. Maybe a few people would actually accept it - or at the very least glare in a studious silence.
But he couldn’t expect it from this meeting - no chance. Unless Merlin started smiling down on them soon, Elijah had a feeling it’d be a very, very long day.