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It was funny, Gaunt mused from his perch on the window seat, how his tolerance for other people had only lowered coming back from the War. The threshold was already unacceptably low when he was in school, especially if you were to ask his mother.
“No wonder girls never wish to dance with you if you are always looking so dour, Heinrich.” she would hiss at him after another night of being glued to the corners of the room, and finding him moping around the house the next day. “Versuchst du, überhaupt?" Gaunt would have been the first to admit that, no he wasn’t really trying, but he refused to be petulant, so bowed his head and apologised. The shame in the action was true enough, and it was always easier to submit to his mother than risk further provoking her ire.
Now, he was squashed against the windowpane with his knees up against his chest, feeling tired and foolish. The picture he imagined he created, all six-foot-two inches of him, dressed in his evening clothes and curled in on himself like a sulking child, made him wince a little. He felt he must be too old for this.
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Gaunt gets some time away from a party to think.