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Greg Goyle ([info]goyle_g) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-06-23 14:29:00
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Stupid Statue
Who: Greg and open!
What: Contemplation, conversation?
Where: The Monument, Monument Alley
When: Tuesday 23rd June, 2.10pm
Rating: SFW for now

Greg was supposed to be at work. He should have been back at work ten minutes ago, not standing mute in front of Monument Alley's monument. He'd been on his way back to Diagon Alley from Sweet Nothings when he'd stopped. Someone had left flowers at the phoenix's feet and the bright colour against the stone had caught Greg's eye. It was a stupid statue. Who picked a phoenix, famous for coming back 'from death' to represent all the people that would never come back? Vince and Greg's dad weren't going to suddenly appear from their graves.

It was even worse that it was Dumbeldore's symbol, Dumbledore's pet. Greg felt no loyalty to Voldemort, but he thought Vince had and he knew his dad had. They wouldn't want to be associated with Dumbledore's stupid bird. People like Finnigan and the Weasleys might talk about the phoenix representing the 'rebirth of the community' - but Greg didn't know many people who really believed that. He didn't know many people who felt like they were even accepted by this community. They tried, they worked where they were supposed to work and they'd stopped (mostly) talking about mudbloods and blood purity. Even so, the community preferred to forget about them.

He was so lost in unusually heavy thoughts that Greg didn't even notice someone stepping up beside him, whether it was to try to get his attention or to look more closely at the flowers.


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