Gwen MacDougal had a successful first date! (alwaysalady) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2010-05-06 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | gwendolyn macdougal, madog macdougal |
RP Log; Madog & Gwen MacDougal
Who: Madog & Gwendolyn MacDougal
When: Monday-ish.
Where: Ze Castle MacDougal.
What: Sibling Conversations.
Rating: Low.
Status: INCOMPLETE.
"I would never have believed you'd do anything so petty. I had no idea I'd married a ... witch." Gwendolyn pushed a strand of hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ears, her eyes still on the page in front of her. This was the third book in the Muggle & Magical series by Melinda Sorseras and so far Gwendolyn had made it through the first three in the past week alone. Somehow when one was terrified to exit outside of the Ministry, one's boyfriend's flat, or one's Castle it allowed a good deal of time for reading. At least there were three more books to go, so that would probably last her another week, and then she would have to decide whether she should start re-reading or brave a trip to the library. ...Or perhaps see if Kamal or Madog would accompany her on a trip to the library. Kamal would probably be a more likely candidate in this regard than Madog would be. The former was likely more overall fond of books than the latter. She paused at I knew that he was planning his trip to the north coast, but there was now no question of my going with him. and placed her finger in the book to mark the page before reaching for the cup of tea that was now tepid at best. A sip and she wrinkled up her nose, placing the book pages down on the sofa to reach for her wand to cast a heating charm on the liquid. Which was right when Madog had entered the room, as ever with little thought given to subtlety. He'd spotted Gwen as he was passing to raid the liquor supply, and it was natural instinct of a younger brother to notice how peaceful she was, and to then grace her with his presence. Besides, it wasn't as if there was much else to do, which was ultimately maddening. Nick was gone, Angus and Morgan had their vigilante group, Peadar was amusing enough, but even he couldn't combat the effects of being cooped up so much. The sofa creaked as he sat down beside her, and he leaned over to read a few lines of the book in her hands. "'For I would follow him to the ends of the earth,'" Madog read from the page. "'My heart had decided on this, and...' Really, Gwennie? Ye really read this?" He sat back, fixing her with a look that right about asked if she honestly had picked it up of her own free will. He suspected the cover was half smattered with flowers and scripted words. Probably some blonde woman with hair blowing in the wind and her gallant hero gazing into her eyes as if they reflected the heavens or some crap like that. She cast the reheating charm on the tea cup and then Gwen turned and gave Madog what surely could have been labeled a patented Macdougal glare. "And what, I should very much like to ask, is wrong with following someone to the ends of the earth? Particularly if they are your one true love?" And of course she couldn't quite keep her mind from drifting to Kamal and she was certain that should he ask she would move to the ends of the earth for him. Or to India... whichever happened to be the place she was being asked to move to. The cover woman was actually brunette, and the muscles of the hero really were nothing in comparison to Kamal's but Gwen would spare Madog that thought -- for the moment. Madog gave it a thought, head turned so that he was giving an area vaguely upwards the proper furrowed-brow expression. "Lack of indoor plumbing," he concluded after a few seconds. "Also a possible problem in finding the ends of the earth. The world is spherical, y'know." He raised his arms, making a net of his fingers such that he could lean back and support himself without having to actually rest against whatever skin of animal was draped over the back of the furniture. As a general rule, Madog felt it healthier and safer to avoid touching anything that looked like it had once been alive in the castle. With Angus's age, there wasn't any telling how long ago whatever it was had died. "I'm bored," Madog added. "In case you missed that." "Madog," Gwen gave him a withering, if still partially amused, look. "You are hardly a romantic." But no, she hadn't missed that he was bored. If she were less of the sort to simply spend her time indoors and reading, she would likely be bored too. Particularly as Morgan had practically commanded her to have nothing to do with their vigilante group. It was a sentiment she understood, but at the same time there was some small tiny part of her that wondered if she couldn't have helped. "I hadn't really," she said dryly, reaching for her book and folding over a page before closing it and setting it on her lap. "At least I assumed that was why you were in here lecturing me for my reading material. It's just like being a teenager again. But aren't you working on some Quidditch things? I mean, charities and the like? Well, obviously you aren't this very moment, but I mean, in general?" "I wasn't lecturing," Madog pointed out. "I was..." He squinted slightly, mouth tugged to one side while he sifted through his memory banks for the right turn of phrase. "Expressing my surprise. At the selection. Also pointing out of a few flaws in the writing based on universally-accepted facts." He raised his brows, then, fairly smirking at Gwen. "And that sounds like 'Don't ye have something better to be doin', Madog?' Better and more important than talking to my sis? Why, never." A foot was kicked up to sit on the coffee table. "Besides," he added, "Quidditch's not happening until June, and charities alone don't occupy much time. This? This is hell." Gwen's face was at once amused and sympathetic. Amused because even when he was irritable Madog was amusing in his irritability. Sympathetic because she was beginning to feel the same strains and she didn't even have the proclivity towards activity that Madog had. The book was forgotten for the moment -- the plot could be easily picked up at any time, really. "Well, you can always talk to me, Madog. My books will wait, and frankly are not as fascinating as my brilliant romantic life, all things considered. Which, is a first, and entirely due to you, my darling brother." And she hoped he'd know that she was quite grateful for the fact that he seemed to have set her up with someone that was actually brilliant and amazing and she really liked. "What are you doing with your charities right now? Kamal talks about them some, but..." She trailed off and reached for that hot cup of tea once again. "Don't need to hear about any such romantic life, thanks," Madog cut in. His easy smile turned swiftly to a grimace. "Don't credit me for it. Really -- don't. I don't have the ability to process it." He waved off the thanks, but it wasn't purely that he hated the concept. All told, Kamal was more than good for his sister, and that was leaps and bounds ahead of the prats she'd been dating before. For all the grief he gave Kamal, it was truth that the man did a decent thing by Gwen. "S'mostly going to Mungo's at this point to see the people that don't have the option to leave, making the appearance here and there..." Another wave, but more by way of supply that things went so on and so forth. "Can't do vigilante work, so what more've I got?" Gwen flipped her hair over her shoulder, giving him a quick grin. For all he went on and on about how he wasn't going to take any credit for it, she was very thankful for him taking the initiative to introduce her to someone as brilliant as Kamal was. But she couldn't help but be a bit sympathetic and sober a bit because it wasn't as if she could do vigilante work either -- she'd really promised Morgan that she wouldn't, and Morgan had been so upset about Nick. "Morgan's so insistent we do nothing," she bit her lip. "And I'm hardly some brave sort that's going to run out doing lots, but it does feel as if we ought to be able to do something in the castle... not that I'd know what. I mean, I read romance novels in my spare time," she nudged the book slightly. "Perhaps you could join Kamal and I at the theatre? I promise we'll only gaze into each others eyes oh, roughly 75% of the time." "Hooray," Madog dryly returned. "Quality time with the happy couple." To drive the point home, he slumped down on the sofa, not that it made him look any smaller, but the expression he'd chosen seemed to suggest an exasperated sigh was nigh. "Tell ye what: make that fifty percent of the time, and I'll go. Nothing else worth a fuck to do around here." Which was the truth. As exciting as a pile of enchanted bricks was to the tourist, the magic had long since worn off, and outside of bonding time with Appetizer and Trixie (who was back in his room) there was more to be pissed off about than glad for. Gwen wrinkled up her nose attempting to keep the mood light despite the frustration she knew that Madog was feeling. "Well, if I can snog him at the beginning and end of the evenings.... I'll even make it only forty percent of the time, how's that?" She turned vaguely more serious. "It can't last forever," she said, although she knew she didn't sound particularly hopeful. It rather seemed like it might last forever and she didn't exactly know what to do to improve Madog's situation. "Maybe you should look at some teams abroad. I mean -- could you? Would your contract let you if you weren't playing here? It'd be safer -- Morgan would have less of that worried look she always have -- and you could keep your skills up. Even if it weren't quite on the same level as you were playing here." She stopped and chewed on her lip. "I don't know -- it's probably a bad thought." |