WC:100 (I think or maybe it was 102)
A/N: Set in the same AU as 'Senior Member' sometime later in the academic year. It started off as a response to the 'Alcohol' challenge on DiR100. Some of you who know me in RL will recognise the relevance of the drabbles title.
The fiery-haired girl stopped by him, cheeks bright from dancing.
“Won’t you join in, Professor?”
“No, thanks, I’ll just watch.”
“Another drink, perhaps?”
Holding back her trailing sleeves, she refilled his goblet.
“Why did they call him the Raven King?”
“Because of his eyes. He has golden eyes like a raven.”
“You miss him.”
Shock went through him like lightening.
“Who I am is not important, Will. Who you are is. You destroyed King Bran’s Peace.”
The dancers were no longer students. He met golden eyes across the hall. And knew it was true. Or would be.