A fight. To be fair, he couldn’t really even have a right to be upset with you. He’d started the argument..which he turned into a fight. It’d been days since the argument. Days and you still hadn’t come around. Off to Madam Puddifoot’s he supposed. She had your favorite sweets. Once he did get the sweets, he set off to find you. He’d noticed how scarce you’d made yourself since. Or perhaps you were just going out of your way to avoid him. He wasn’t sure. The both of you could be equally petty.