|gretchen watkins is the spice of life (swashbuckley) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-05-24 18:28:00
|Entry tags:||!1998: 05, !complete, gretchen watkins, titus scabior|
WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Trevor Scabior
WHAT: Trev finds something interesting while looting a house
WHERE: Trevor's house, Hogsmeade
WHEN: Monday night
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Cursing, drinking, it's Trev & Gretch/PG13/Finished
Doing a thorough walk through of the formerly 'safe' house, Trevor kicked a flimsy wooden chair out of his way and pulled a drawer out of the apothecary desk to rifle through. Old letters, bill statements, news clippings... displeased with the lack of interesting material in the drawer, Trev tossed it aside and started poking through every slot on the desk for a stash of gold or helpful information. A soft, muffled noise sounded from down the hall, just loud enough for Trevor's ears to pick up on it and cause him to freeze up.
"What the 'ell," he muttered as he promptly pulled out his wand and held it at the ready. Employing caution, he walked slowly down the hall until he heard the noise again coming from behind a partially ajar door. When he glanced inside there was no obvious source of noise, just a bedroom with scattered clothes and some poorly chosen draperies. Trevor pushed the door open the rest of the way and held his wand up and ready until he checked the closet and behind every large object. He'd given up when there was a shuffling from under the bed which dropped Trevor to his knees. "Fuckin' bastard," he breathed out as he shoved his wand under the bed at the same time as he ripped up the dust ruffle, prepared to find a hidden mudblood.
He didn't expect to have a wet nose shoved in his face and get attacked with slobbery kisses. "Ack!" Trevor scrabbled backwards, sitting on the floor facing the bed as the bearer of the noise barrelled out from behind the ruffle and leapt into his lap. The puppy, no more than three months old, proceeded to continue his licking bend, pawing at Trevor's shoulders as he stood to reach him better. "Oh, okay, okay," Trevor chuckled, twisting his head this way and that for a reprieve. "Alright," he hooked his hands around the puppy's sides and held up the wriggly, squirmy dog, instantly taking a liking to him.
"Gretch!" He shouted after Apparating back into his house. "Greeeetch!" He set the puppy down on the floor and watched it explore, sniffing each and every item his nose found. "What about Keg," he asked the dog, trying to think of names that would fit his roly-poly form. As soon as he heard footsteps heading toward the room he turned and grinned excitedly at her, pointing out his latest acquisition, "Look! I found 'im at the last 'ouse. But 'e's fierce." Before she could say another word he scooped up the puppy from it's attempt to burrow under the couch and held him out to her, grinning brightly.
Gretchen heard the crack that signalled Trev's return, but didn't react until he bellowed for her. Then she shoved away from the table, abandoning her meal with a heavy sigh, and followed the sound of his voice. "I was eating," she grumbled, eyebrow raised at Trev's wide grin. "Found... wh-" stopping short at the dog shoved in front of her, Gretchen's jaw dropped a little and she stared at the wiggly puppy, actually surprised.
"Trevor!" She blinked after a long moment and reluctantly dragged her eyes away from the fuzzy dog. "You... he... you can't have a dog!"
"I can 'ave whatever I want!" Trev snapped back, passing her the puppy and walking on toward the kitchen. "Why can't I 'ave a dog? There's nothing says I can't 'ave a dog."
Pulling an incredulous face, Gretchen held the puppy out away from her body for a moment, before it's wriggling became too much and she tucked it against herself. "I just said you can't have a dog," she responded, trailing after him and trying her hardest not to smile as the dog squirmed in her arms and licked her chin. "You don't even know how to take care of a dog!"
"What? Feed 'em, let 'em out, not complicated creatures really," he said, reaching over to pat the puppy's head. "Nah, you're a simple bugger, aren't ya?" He said to the dog, talking at him til he squirmed more from excitement. "See?"
Gretch couldn't help the grin that curved her lips at the puppy's excited movements, but quickly managed to school her expression. "Yeah, but you're not gonna do any of that." Shifting the puppy into one arm, she gestured with the other, dismissively. "You can even feed yourself."
"'ere, watch." Trevor stomped to the fridge and forcefully pulled it open. There wasn't much inside but there was a packet of sausages for frying. He pulled one out of the pack and waved it in front of the puppy to rile him up before handing it over. "Fuck," he teased, "That was tough."
The puppy tried to wriggle out of Gretchen's arms, slobbering all over her and she set it down, allowing it to waddle excitedly over to Trev, trying to jump up to catch the sausage. "That's hardly proper food for a puppy, Trev." she pointed out, using his sleeve to wipe the dog drool from her arm. "Plus, you've got to train him and shit, too." She shook her head and pointedly looked away from the puppy's cute and fuzzy head. "I don't know how to train a puppy."
Trevor shrugged, dropping another sausage for the puppy to pounce. "Just pet 'im when 'e does something right and shove him out to the back garden when 'e screws up." He went back to the fridge to toss in the sausages and help himself to a beer. "And 'e looks like a good dog already, training can't be too 'ard."
Dropping herself down into a chair, Gretchen stared across the room at Trev. Although she didn't really live here, she knew once the novelty wore off, she was going to be the only one to take care of the poor dog. She didn't want to be made to care for other things, she did well for herself and had vehemently hated babysitting when she was younger. At least taking care of Trev had its benefits. The puppy bounded across the floor, his claws skittering on the tile as he slid into her leg. He shook his head, then pounced her foot, slobbering all over it again.
"Trev..." she tried, then stopped, picking a slice of bacon off her plate and eating half of it, then absently handing the other half down to the puppy before she could stop herself. "You don't even have a name for it," was all she could come up with, and squeezed her eyes shut. That wouldn't stop him from trying to keep the dog!
"You're wrong!" He said triumphantly, falling down into the chair beside her. "Keg. 'Cos 'e's all..." Trevor held his arms out, gesturing to give him the stocky shape of a barrel. "Like a keg. And it'd be easy to remember."
Gretchen blinked and stared at Trevor for a moment before lifting her feet out of the reach of the dog and setting them in Trev's lap. She then leaned down and scooped the puppy into her lap, mentally cursing herself because it really was fucking cute and she couldn't even say no to Trev, how could she say no to the combined forces of a puppy and Trev? It was like some sort of epic, herculean feat, she was sure. If she was able to convince him not to keep this puppy, they'd write songs about her strength.
Then the puppy clambered up her shirt and started with his slobbery kisses again, licking her face as if his life depended on it. "Damnit," she cursed, squeezing her eyes shut against the onslaught of puppy love.
"And 'e likes you!" Trev added, using his bottle to point at the pair of them. "Bet you could take out that ol' bat's mutt, yeah?" Just the chance to sic an attack dog on the neighbor's annoying, yappy dog would make Keg worth any trouble. He reached over to pluck a piece of bacon from Gretchen's plate. "You don't think 'e's a good idea?"
Swiping halfheartedly at Trev's hand, Gretchen absently skritched the puppy's head. "Who doesn't like me?" she pointed out, shrugging at his question. The puppy was cute, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't want to end up being the one responsible for it. "I think owning a puppy is a little more complicated than tossing it sausages every once in a while." She responded as the puppy let out a mighty yawn and curled up in her lap.
"Well, I think you are fucking insane," Trevor said simply, watching the puppy curl up and pass out from excitement overload. "I'm keeping 'im. Keg'll like it 'ere and I like 'im." He gave a firm nod and took a swig of beer from his bottle. "What are you going to do about it?"
Gretch looked down at the puppy and sighed, absently wriggling her feet in Trev's lap. "Apparently I'm going to be a dog bed?" she said, Trev's question reminding her anew why she never, ever wanted to have children. "Where'd you get him anyway?"
"You are comfy," he acknowledged, running his hand through his hair and ruffling it. "Found 'im at some safe 'ouse that got 'it earlier. Just making sure anything good there found a nice 'ome. Never found a dog before though."
"Find anything else good?" she asked, gently stroking Keg. She'd always liked dogs, but had never had one since she'd moved out of her parents house. Even though Keg wasn't really hers, she wouldn't mind being around him. "I could use some new clothes."
"Not really," Trevor took another swig and shrugged lightly. "Nothing worth anything. There were clothes though." Another swig. "If you like clothes that were fashionable a century ago you're well set. I always thought you could do with more ruffles."