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They had begun a rapid fire exchange in French. Therese's face was a deep red from anger and embarrassment, this was absolutely ridiculous! He was not allowed to touch her anymore, to grab at her like he owned her and could scold her! Her own father had not lectured her this way in years, and he was the man that had shattered her life, her ego for so long, trying to criticize her. Therese tugged away from him while they went at it, but was startled out of her string of insults (there was nothing like cursing in French) by Michal's sudden appearance. She stood stock straight and stopped struggling in surprise. Remy's grip on her didn't loosen as he paid no mind to the voice from down the hall, but when he saw that Therese's attention had turned from him he glared down Michal.

Her hands went up to her chest the moment he let her go and she rubbed her wrists. He was an absolute barbarian, and Therese shoved at him again when he turned toward Michal. "Just get out of here!"

"But will you not introduce me? Would the quidditch neanderthal be able to handle a conversation?" Remy mused with a laugh, putting his hands out as if welcoming the other man to join the festivities. Therese made to grab the sleeve of his cloak to keep him at bay but he knocked her hand away sharply. He took a moment to look back at Therese, lip curling, "Have you really lost all your senses?"

In her dreams, when she lost her train of thought and was caught staring out the window, Therese imagined over and over again what she would say to Remy, how she would strike him down with her perfected bat-bogey hex. She envisioned it all beautifully, but now that the opportunity was here, his words sliced at her like daggers. How was that even possible? Therese helped her patients through relationship issues like this all the time, how was she unable to move past the pain he'd caused her and allow herself to revert to the stunned, heart-broken girl he'd left on the pavement those many years ago? How had he managed to cut her so deeply that she still hadn't been healed?

Therese bit the inside of her cheek, face a flaring red. As much as he was still mentally able to hurt her, he was not allowed to touch her that way. Swiftly, she jabbed the heel of her shoe into his foot.