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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-07-20 17:11:00

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character: gregory goyle, character: romilda vane

Dinner
Who: Greg and Romilda
What: Dinner, a business proposition
Where: Somewhere not on Diagon or Monument Alleys
When: Monday 20th July, evening
Rating: SFW, for now

Greg and Von had settled into something of a routine over the last several weeks. Von had his own little bed in one of the kitchen cupboards (it seemed to be what he preferred, and Greg didn't object) and would cook so that dinner was always ready when Greg came home. He also did the washing, cleaning and general organising. Greg was much, much happier since he'd taken Theo's old house-elf in than he had been since he moved out of his mother's house. Von still didn't speak, but they'd found their own way to communicate. When Greg returned home on Monday evening, there was no dinner on the little table. Instead, Von was clutching the parchment Romilda had owled to Greg with the address of a restaurant, and Greg's cloak.

Greg took both, pulling the cloak on against the drizzle and then made his way to Finnigan's. He didn't like apparating to places he didn't know, and his flat was too small for a floo so he often used the public one at the pub. He scowled at everyone he passed on his way to the fire - he didn't know why Romilda wanted to meet, and she'd refused to elaborate over owl. He paused for a moment, checking his pocket for his half of Theo's pair of charms. He wanted to have it just in case. Once he'd confirmed it was there, he grabbed a handful of floo powder and said the address, stepping into the green flames that whipped him away to an unfamiliar street.

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vanegirl
2015-07-22 06:47 pm UTC (link)

Romilda was sitting in a dark corner of a nondescript bar she had used for business dealings before. The proprietor didn't care what went on, and she'd discovered the place during a particularly embarrassing bender a few years back.

Greg arrived on time - she appreciated that - and she gave him a friendly smile (none of her usual venom in it) as she stood to greet him. "Thank you for agreeing to meet me, I know you don't me from Helga Hufflepuff, so it's a great sign of curiosity if nothing else."

When they'd sat she said, "Just so you know, depending on the outcome of this conversation, you may not remember what went on here accurately. Could be we had a pleasant conversation about my shop and some work opportunities there, depending on your reaction to what's said. It's a small memory charm, nothing to worry about, but having arrived, it's already enveloped you, so no use fighting it." She may be a Gryffindor, but she wasn't an idiot. Romilda ordered a lager and told him whatever he'd like the evening was on her.

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goyle_g
2015-07-24 11:36 am UTC (link)

Greg's hand had hovered near his wand as he stepped out of the floo - just in case he was heading into an ambush - but it seemed to be just a bar, and he relaxed marginally as he approached Romilda and removed his cloak. He shrugged at her thanks. He couldn't really explain why he'd come, and he supposed curiosity was as good a name to put to it as any.

It was as good a beginning as could be expected - until she mentioned a memory charm, already cast. Greg tensed immediately, not sure what to do. He could leave - but then he'd forget why. He could break his charm and summon Theo - but he'd probably forget what happened too, as soon as he got Greg out. Neither option seemed particularly helpful - and something Romilda had said had caught Greg's attention. "Work opportunities?" He hated working with the Weasleys, and though he hadn't put the effort in to find a new job, he was more than open to the idea if it was presenting itself.

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vanegirl
2015-07-27 01:30 am UTC (link)

Romilda silently thanked all the gods and Godric Gryffindor, too, when he seemed curious. Sure, she'd covered her bases with the wards around their corner, but one couldn't be too careful in her line of work.

"Good, I have your attention." She sat up a bit straighter and looked to the bartender, waving her hand for two pints of dark beer before looking back to him. "As I'm sure you know, some in our... community... don't believe that my business is the most respectable." She shrugged, as if it didn't matter to her what others thought. Anyone who really knew her - Charlie, her parents, Emma, maybe - would know otherwise. "I disagree with their opinions," she concluded as a bartender brought drinks over and their conversation paused.

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goyle_g
2015-07-27 11:00 am UTC (link)

Honestly, before receiving the letter from Romilda, Greg had barely even known she was connected to the shop. He'd never been in, had only the vaguest idea what they sold - underwear and stuff, he supposed. Stuff he shouldn't be thinking about before he got married. "I don't think my mum would like it if I worked there," he said, speaking even more slowly than usual. He really was quite reluctant to give up an opportunity to work somewhere other than for the Weasleys. Technically, all Catherine had said was that he had to work somewhere on Monument or Diagon Alleys, and this definitely counted for that.

"What would I have to do?" Maybe Romilda just wanted one job done - a sweep for dark magic left over from when the street had been Knockturn Alley. Greg could do that without even telling his mother, and if Romilda was willing to pay, he didn't see why that would be a problem.

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