Meredith had been so set in the belief that Derek wasn't coming, that she actually jumped in shock when he slid coolly into the chair across from her.
Well, that wasn't nice. He couldn't just.. show up like that, could he? After bailing on her several times in a row, he couldn't just suddenly--poof!--appear in front of her, smiling and excusing himself, could he?
Merlin's beard, she really hadn't wanted him to come, had she? She felt her ears heat up a little at the realization, and how rude it was of her to actually wish that he would turn out to be rude and ditch her for good so she wouldn't have to keep trying. This wasn't like her, really it wasn't. Meredith wasn't a mean-spirited, devious-thinking person--well, she was a Hufflepuff, for God's sake! But then again, if she thought about it, she had always seemed to have an odd relationship (if you could call it that) with Derek Dobbs, one that made her think and act rather differently than she ever had with--well, anyone, truthfully.
Because, actually, what had he done to deserve her constant criticism? Apart from the little annoying things, of course, and that whole embarrassing affair on the beach, but overall, Meredith couldn't remember that he'd done anything before like... kill kittens in front of her, or hex her parents. And yet she wanted to scrutinize his every move, and even the very thought of him, to this day, riled her up. Even as she regained her poise from the surprise of seeing him, by default she had a slightly annoyed image to her person with which to regard him.
"It's about time you decided to show up. I was about to leave."
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