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Greg Goyle ([info]goyle_g) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-30 14:17:00

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Entry tags:character: astoria greengrass, character: blaise zabini, character: bryony capper, character: gregory goyle, character: harry potter, character: pandora montgomery, character: theodore nott, character: tristan travers

Happy Birthday To Greg
Who: Greg & open to all invitees (please tag your characters!)
What: A party!
Where: 6 Griffin Court, Appleby, Cumbria
When: Thursday 30th April, 7.30pm onwards
Rating: SFW

Catherine Goyle had gone against all her usual instincts to plan tonight's party. This was no stuffy pureblood affair with dance cards and champagne and was instead a genuinely casual evening - or at least, as casual as someone who was raised in that environment knew how to be. 6 Griffin Court wasn't a large enough house to be intimidating or ostentatious, and the front door currently stood open to encourage guests to come straight in from the front garden. Save for the lack of satellite dishes or electric lighting it actually looked much like a well-to-do muggle street, which it very much was not. Just inside the door was a hall with coat stands, and a toilet off to the left. Through the hall was a spacious living room where Catherine Goyle's old record player was enchanted to switch between her collection of wizarding records.

Lisken and Sisken had made all the food and drinks for the party, but were hurried out of sight once the first guests arrived - Catherine didn't want to start a debate on house-elf rights. They had left plates of 'party food' and bottles of decent wine, whiskey and beer in the kitchen for guests to serve themselves.

Since the night was clear, Catherine was urging people to move out into the back garden - which, though tidy, was more functional than decorative. She herself flitted through the party acting as the perfect hostess. She greeted the sons and daughters of her own pureblood friends just as warmly as she greeted the business owners of Monument Alley, despite their generally lesser blood status. She tried not to involve herself in any one conversation too long, conscious that this was supposed to be an event in celebration of Gregory.



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Drunk!Harry and Drunk!Greg
[info]goyle_g
2015-05-02 10:16 pm UTC (link)
Greg's first reaction to being gripped was to tense up - ready to shove Potter away if he tried anything. Fortunately, the alcohol still pleasantly floating in his system dulled his physical response time to something that more closely matched his mental process and saved him from actually shoving Potter to the floor.

"Lots of people were invited. They didn't all come." And why Potter, of all people, would actually turn up was a problem that would both Greg for days, unless he got a better answer. "You read my list?" Greg had left it public because he hadn't known who'd been invited, but he was still surprised Potter had read it. He tended to avoid Potter and Weasley's journal entries as if they might bite him.

He was about to protest that he obviously wasn't a House Elf when Potter continued his rambling and somehow managed to stumble without actually moving anywhere. "What?" He asked, frowning harder than ever. "I didn't put anything in your drink. I didn't know you were here."

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Drunk!Harry and Drunk!Greg
[info]auror__potter
2015-05-03 10:34 pm UTC (link)
It was well known in Harry's close circle of friends that he got rather affectionate when drunk. He liked to be close to people, something that he'd never admit without the benefit of alcohol. It was also something he was rather unaware of himself, as his mind was always cloudy after three or four drinks. Tonight was no exception, except he'd had nearly double the number of drinks and his already lowered inhibitions were rock bottom.

Which, Harry mused to himself, was why he found it impossible to move away from Goyle. He was just so tall and warm, and big enough that Harry could rest against him without worrying about dropping to the floor. Unless he drops you, an inner voice said, but it was far away and muffled. If that happened, Harry could always arrest him for assaulting an Auror. Yes, that was a solid plan.

"Course I read your list. Had to decip...decid...figure out if you were asking for anything illegal. Socks aren't illegal, but it should be to ask fro them for your birthday. The Dursleys used to give me Dudley's old socks for Christmas you know. It was disgusting." He tilted his head up, and smiled blearily at Goyle. "I bought you new socks though. Nice ones. To throw you off the scent of my suspicions."

He patted Goyle's chest. "But you're actually pretty boring. Did you know that? I'm sad there hasn't even been anyone for me to threaten tonight. I like threatening people who need to be threatened."

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Drunk!Harry and Drunk!Greg
[info]goyle_g
2015-05-03 11:04 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not stupid," Greg growled, taking a step back from Potter's grip and feeling the walls slip a little out of alignment as he did so. He was at that stage of intoxication when he felt mostly fine - unless he moved, when suddenly he felt as if his head wasn't attached quite right. He steadied himself against the actual wall, feeling a little bit smug about that before remembering that he was annoyed. "I'm not stupid," he repeated. "I wouldn't ask for anything illegal in public."

He didn't realise he'd more or less admitted that he had no actual problem with asking for illegal things - he was just smart enough to do it where people like Potter couldn't see. His frown - which had abated somewhat - returned. Potter wasn't making any sense, and Greg wasn't sure if it was because Potter was drunk, or he was, or because Potter was just stupid (he knew which one he hoped it was). "Nice socks to throw me off ... the track of the suspicions you just told me about?" Once more, he was feeling confident about having pieced that all together so fast - and managed to put it into words in a way that seemed clear, at least to his mind.

'I like threatening people who need to be threatened' was possibly the closest thing Potter had ever said to something Greg could agree with - and Greg didn't quite know what to do with that. He had a nagging feeling that he'd missed something important, too. "I'm not boring, and my party's not boring," he objected, even though it wasn't really to his taste either.

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Re: Drunk!Harry and Drunk!Greg
[info]auror__potter
2015-05-06 05:04 pm UTC (link)
"You're friends with Maffoy, that's pretty stupid." Harry said this with all the seriousness of years of hatred. Malfoy wasn't fooling anyone with this apparent change of heart, certainly not Harry. Then Goyle kept going, and Harry gasped as if all his questions had been answered. "So you would ask for illegal stuff in private!" He slapped Goyle's chest, but it turned into more of a caress. Goyle's shirt was really soft.

It made him lose his train of thought, and distracted him from whatever Goyle said next. His fingers moved over the material of the shirt, and he wondered if Goyle would give it to him if Harry promised not to arrest him. Wasn't that extortion? Harry thought it probably was, so he shouldn't ask. He might not always like his job, but he didn't want to be fired over a shirt.

Still nearly caressing Goyle, Harry said matter of factly, "You are boring though. If you weren't boring, there would be an orgy."

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Re: Drunk!Harry and Drunk!Greg
[info]goyle_g
2015-05-06 05:29 pm UTC (link)
"Better than being friends with Weasel," Greg replied, mind sharpened by having spent far, far too many hours in Ron's company of late. He was frowning, trying to think of something appropriate to say in Draco's defence, when Potter jumped topics - again - and slapped Greg's chest. It didn't even hurt, really, and though the nerve of Potter slapping him in his own house would usually have roused Greg's temper, he was honestly too drunk to care. He laughed, instead, amused by Potter's stupid muggle techniques that didn't do any damage whatsoever. "You're stupid," he decided. "That didn't hurt."

As Potter continued to stroke his shirt, very faint alarm bells were ringing somewhere in Greg's mind. He wished Pansy or Draco were here to tell him why, because he was sure something about this wasn't right. He scowled as he forced himself to concentrate on the words - that was always the difficult bit, wasn't it? Potter had said something with some double meaning and if Draco were here he'd tell Greg what it was and whether it was an insult. "I could have," Greg said, pushing the distracting fingers from his chest - or trying to. Harry's hand seemed determined to stay where it was. "But I didn't. House-elves aren't illegal." That was what he really wanted, and he'd talked to Draco and Theo about it behind wards.

"I'm not boring," Greg insisted, louder this time. He didn't know why he cared, but he did, and besides he wasn't going to stand for direct insults from Potter. Then he was derailed by Potter's next words. "What's one got to do with the other?"

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Re: Drunk!Harry and Drunk!Greg
[info]auror__potter
2015-05-07 02:20 am UTC (link)
"Ron is the best mate anyone could have. The king of best mates. And he doesn't look like a ferret." Harry was outraged on his friend's behalf, but also too tired to do more than glare at Goyle. And he thought the glare lost power, mostly because he wasn't glaring so much at Goyle as at his sternum. And it wasn't so much glaring, as it was closing his eyes for a quick rest. The alcohol was really catching up to him now, and he wanted nothing more than to find a cozy place to sleep it off. Goyle's chest was doing quite nicely right now, even if they were still standing.

Harry considered that, and then sighed. "I have a House Elf. He doesn't hate me as much as he used to, but I'm still not sure what to do with a House Elf. He spends a lot of time at Hogwarts, actually. He's made a lot of friends!" Thinking about Kreacher made him smile. "It's nice." This had nothing at all to do with Goyle's private illegal shenanigans, but Harry really was too tired to think up how to trick Goyle into confessing. And if Goyle confessed anything, Harry would have to arrest him, and then he'd lose his nice resting place. Really, it was too much work.

"You are! You're boring, and kind of nice even if you're still an asshole, and you're really good to lean against. All big and solid. And sometimes you get this cute little confused look, and it's not fair." A deep, more sober part of Harry told him to shut up, but it was so faint that the warning bells didn't get through the alcohol soaking his brain. "Orgies are fun. Well, they seem like they could be fun. If they're the fun, consenting sort of orgy, and not the dark magic ritual sort of orgy. But you don't have either sort, and I thought Slytherins were more interesting than drinks in the garden."

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Drunk!Harry and Drunk!Greg
[info]goyle_g
2015-05-07 09:59 am UTC (link)
"Draco doesn't look like a ferret," Greg said, more confused than insulted on his friend's behalf. "Except when Moody turned him into a ferret..." That was a long time ago now, and Greg had almost forgotten about it. "I didn't like him." Which had ended up being confusing, because he'd turned out to be some Death Eater who'd been trying to kill Harry, and Greg was supposed to be happy about that, but Greg hadn't liked any of the teachers much. Not even Snape.

Greg frowned down at Potter's closed eyes, feeling more trapped and confused - and dizzy, but that probably wasn't related - by the minute. "Why would you send your house-elf to Hogwarts? That's stupid too." Greg's 'Potter is stupid' argument was gaining a lot of force this evening, and he was quite enjoying the chance to turn the tables and redirect an insult he was used to having flung at him. "You should keep him, and he can cook and clean and remind you to go to appointments and make sure you don't lose all your socks." Somehow, in the process of washing and drying and tidying his own clothes, Greg's number of socks-without-holes-in had definitely halved since he'd moved into his flat. Greg sighed. "Theo's going to give me a house-elf, but it can't talk, so I guess I'll have to remember about the appointments."

Harry Potter calling him 'cute' was really more than Greg's brain knew how to cope with and he glanced around, wishing desperately that anyone were here to help him make sense of all this. Why was Potter talking about dark magic, and was Greg getting himself in trouble by letting him? "You need to stop leaning on me," Greg announced, still uncertain whether he could leave Potter to collapse in his hallway without his mother becoming furious. Catherine Goyle was scary when she was angry. Maybe he could get Potter to a chair? Then it would look like he'd sat down and fallen asleep. "Come on," he added roughly, pushing Potter in the direction of the nearest door.

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