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Greg Goyle ([info]goyle_g) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-14 16:30:00
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Cousins
Who: Greg and Marcus
What: Showing Greg around Monument Alley
Where: Monument Alley, Finnigan's
When: Sunday, midafternoon
Rating: SFW? Because the two big muscular Slytherins are actually not that sweary, who'd have thought?

Greg stood with his arms crossed in the open doorway of his flat while Mrs McHavelock shook a cat at him. "You terrified my poor little Feverfew! I told that girl you'd be trouble!" The cat hissed, showing all its teeth and it was all Greg could do not to snarl back at the stupid animal. He wouldn't have terrified it if it hadn't wound its way around his feet while he was trying to walk up the stairs! He'd already said as much, but Mrs McHavelock wasn't in a listening mood. "And you woke me up this morning! I'm not a young woman, I need my rest! You can't just go stomping up and down stairs like a hippocampus dragging a wet fishtail!" Feverfew, evidently bored of the confrontation, chose that moment to twist in its owners grip and swipe a paw, claws extended, down Mrs McHavelock's pastel jumper.

"Look at what you've done! She used to be such a sweet little thing and now she's moody as a -"

"Maybe she's hungry," Greg suggested, cutting the elderly woman off before she could unload another painful simile. She looked as if she were about to respond when they heard the downstairs door open. "Who's that?" Mrs McHavelock asked waspishly, peering down the stairs towards the front door. "What are you doing just walking in?"


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