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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-14 16:30:00

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character: gregory goyle, character: marcus flint

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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goyle_g
2014-09-22 04:08 pm UTC (link)

"It seems alright." This was about as positive as Greg was willing to be on any new thing - even one recommended by friends. Over time, he'd solidify his assessment and decide how he felt one way or another. For now, he had beer and that was good.

He shrugged in response to the question. Marcus had already seen about as much as he needed to make an assessment. Mrs McHavelock didn't like him, he still didn't know where half his belongings were and he didn't understand why he had had to move out in the first place. Something about Dinnywick MacMillan, so Greg supposed he didn't like him either. It had been six years since his father's death but the idea of his mother with anyone else was almost as confusing as Pansy and Draco no longer being a couple. Maybe more so. She'd be Catherine MacMillan, which just didn't seem right. "It's hard to sleep," he admitted. His flat was too noisy outside and too quiet within. He was used to his mother's house with his mother in it and the house-elfs and nothing but country outside. Here, the building was empty at night apart from him but the club and the pub let noisy people out into the night.

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marcedflint
2014-09-27 05:27 pm UTC (link)

Nodding his head, Marcus left that at that, because he knew Greg would come around to new things on his own time and not before. And no one could be expected to make an immediate judgement right after walking in the door of a place for the first time.

The changes were pretty big ones for Greg, as far as Marcus was aware. He'd left his family home by choice, having already found his profession, so he couldn't quite relate to what his cousin was going through. But that didn't mean he was unsympathetic to the massive shift in Greg's life, and even with his own life alterations having been self-induced, he'd had trouble sleeping the first few weeks in his new flat as well. "It gets easier as time goes by," he said reassuringly.

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