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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-01 14:14:00

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character: gregory goyle, character: millicent bulstrode

Complaints Procedure
Who: Greg and OPEN
What: Complaints? Shopping? I'm open to whatever.
Where: WWW, Diagon Alley
When: 1st April, afternoon
Rating: SFW for now

Nobody had warned Greg there was going to be a special April Fools’ Day prank. If they had, maybe he wouldn't have so willingly accepted the brightly painted chocolate Weasley had offered him. Though Greg knew he'd eaten it, he couldn't work out what the 'special effect' was supposed to be - his speech seemed normal. He smirked at the thought that perhaps he was just too big for the paltry amount of potion in a single chocolate to work on him. Alcohol was kind of like that - he needed more than most before he started to feel it.

Despite the apparent lack of awkward speech patterns, his day had still been marred by the stupid chocolates. People kept coming in to the shop to demand a cure, or to ask for details of who they were supposed to go see to make it stop. It was Weasley's birthday, so he wasn't in, and Greg and his least favourite Weasel were running the place together. As the day wore on, Greg's temper grew shorter and shorter until he was practically chasing customers out the door.

The Weasel was occupied with some Ministry official complaining that he couldn't attend an important meeting without being able to say yes or no when the bell over the door signalled the arrival of yet another customer. "What?" Greg barked, turning to see what he was going to have to deal with.

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goyle_g
2015-04-17 12:54 pm UTC (link)

As was not uncommon, Greg wasn't exactly sure of anything, so he shrugged his broad shoulders. "You can ask him. I haven't seen him cure anyone." Nor did it seem at all likely that if he were to start, he'd begin with anyone from Slytherin house. "What about the journals?" he suggested. He'd seen George scribbing in his earlier, and when he'd checked he'd found there was a note about the new product. "You could ask there, might find someone faster."

He shrugged again at her question. "I had one of the chocolates. Don't know what it did yet." Just in case, he took her hand and gave it a quick shake. There was no obvious reaction, and he let his hands fall back to his sides. "Sorry." He really did wish he could help, but with Draco still out of the country, didn't know what else to suggest. "Maybe someone could make you a potion, but it probably wouldn't be any quicker than staying here."

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