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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-05 09:15:00

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character: blaise zabini, character: gemma farley, character: gregory goyle, character: millicent bulstrode, character: pandora montgomery

Happy Housewarming
Who: Greg, Pansy and open to invited guests.
What: Housewarming - drinks, food, Slytherin socialising.
Where: Greg's flat above McHavelock's Wizarding Headgear
When: Saturday night (let's pretend I didn't forget and fall asleep yesterday)
Rating: SFW? I'll update if not.

Pansy had organised the party, arranging and rearranging Greg's new furniture to suit herself while Greg looked on, moving what she told him to move and otherwise making himself helpful. She'd arranged for food and drinks, too and Greg tried not to wonder where the money was coming from. He doubted it was from his own suddenly inadequate Gringott's vault.

He had technically approved the guest list when Pansy had owled it to him earlier in the week, but he'd already basically forgotten who was on it. Marcus and Pansy, obviously, Astoria and Draco. Other Slytherins from their circle - Greg trusted Pansy's judgement on that. The wards were still up, but his door was open so that anyone could walk in from the street and up the stairs past Mrs McHavelock's shop.

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Millicent and OPEN

reinventingmils
2014-10-06 04:21 am UTC (link)

Having a night off couldn't have come at a better time; if she saw another packing list, much as she loved her stepmother, she'd scream. Millicent resisted the urge to smooth her newly cut hair, and let herself in as Pansy'd told her to do when the invitation'd come. She'd opted for comfortable, but (she hoped) smart, and she'd shrunk Greg's presents so she could carry them in her purse from the Portkey point.

She raised an eyebrow at a cat winding its way through the room, not remembering Greg being particularly fond of them, then smiled as she started to notice each face in the room. Rippling her fingers in a wave as someone called her name, she put her purse with several others, and then started for the kitchen, hoping there'd be something cool and fruity.

A tap to her shoulder made her turn, mid-pour, and she smiled appreciatively. "Well, hello! Long time, no see!"

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Millicent, Roger and OPEN

rogeringdavies
2014-10-10 03:32 am UTC (link)

Roger walked into the party feeling oddly nervous. He wasn't entirely sure why Pansy had invited him, especially as Marcus had seemed a bit touchy about the whole subject. Still, he like Pansy, was in love with Marcus, and had been friends with enough Slytherins at school to be able to make it work.

He looked around the party. There were a lot of people here he either didn't know, or only knew on sight. He'd been hoping to see Marcus or Pansy so he could cling to them like a limpet, but they weren't currently in sight. Sighing to himself he went into the kitchen to see if there was something to drink. He paused for a moment, finding someone vaguely familiar in the kitchen. "Millicent," he asked cautiously, tapping her on the shoulder. "Merlin's teeth it's been ages! How are you?"

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reinventingmils
2014-10-15 12:44 am UTC (link)

Her grip on her glass faltered, and Millicent swiftly put her tumbler down on the counter, moving as though she were merely doing it to accommodate the added weight of the sangria she was continuing to pour.

Merciful Morgana. The dark hair and the height...she'd thought it was Greg, or even Marcus, and hadn't continued to turn so she could see him full in the face. So stupid, Millicent. Leaping before you even looked. Now she was going to have to talk to him, because she couldn't just walk away after smiling so openly and greeting him the way she had. Like they were friends. Like she was happy to see him after moving to London to be near everyone again.

But she could handle this, she swore silently, tipping the pitcher back up after she'd filled her glass -- a little more than she'd planned, but she was going to need it. Tossing her head lightly, she turned around carefully, best meet-and-greet smile on her face, fingers tightening surreptitiously on the bottom of her tumbler. "Roger! It has!" Her hip against the counter, she let her eyes widen slightly in a "fancy meeting you here" greeting. "What brings you to such a humble party, Mr. International Quidditch Star?"

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rogeringdavies
2014-10-15 04:14 pm UTC (link)

Roger smiled pleasantly at her as she turned to meet him, her tiny bit of shock evident beneath her cheer. He gave a Gallic shrug at her enquiry and smiled. "Pansy invited me on account of Marcus and I being uh, 'International Quidditch Stars' together," he replied. "The more interesting question of course is what are you doing here? I don't think I've seen you since fifth year when that bitch of a woman was in charge."

Moving around her, he grabbed himself a glass and poured himself a generous portion of sangria as well. "So what's new in your life," he asked.

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reinventingmils
2014-10-21 05:08 am UTC (link)

Pansy had mentioned inviting him, Millicent agreed silently, though she hadn't heard he'd sent an acceptance or refusal. Not that many people refused Pansy Parkinson's invitations, of course. But the matter had slid to the wayside in Millicent's brain in the hassle of packing and moving, and seeing him in person after so long was...jarring. It hurt, she admitted to herself, especially when he continued speaking and that woman was the next thing in the air between them.

Another sip of sangria gave her time to think quickly, and she tipped her head back a little to look at him better. "I just moved up to the city," she answered, "and I'm trying not to think about all the unpacking I still have left to do. A person never knows how many things they own until they have to move." She smirked slightly, taking another drink. "Job interviews, trying to see people I haven't seen in a while, getting the house in order...the like." Millicent raised her eyebrow quizzically. "How about yourself?"

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Re: Blaise, Gemma and OPEN

rogeringdavies
2014-10-21 04:16 pm UTC (link)

Roger smiled at her pleasantly, casually scratching the scar on the back of his hand which was itching for some reason. It was interesting seeing Millicent after so many years, especially since they'd been friendly at school; although she had been one of the students on the Inquisitorial Squad in Roger's seventh year. Still, he doubted very much that she would have had anything to do with the detentions and subsequent scars that resulted in Roger being caught in a 'depraved and disgraceful position.'

"That's exciting," he replied with a warm smile. "What brought you up to London then?" He paused and sipped his own drink and smiled to himself, glad he could talk to someone other than Marcus or Pansy. "Unpacking is always the worst," he agreed fervently. "I had to unpack so much when I moved into my place, so you have my condolences." He nodded thoughtfully. "Well at least your keeping busy! Any progress on the job front," he asked, before pausing to think about her question. "I've been busy too, I guess. I've been reconnecting with my mum's family which is both hilarious and irritating, plus playing Quidditch of course, plus I've got a massive crush on someone at the moment, and that's really most of me at the moment. I'm quite boring."

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reinventingmils
2014-11-25 06:32 am UTC (link)

"Some progress," Millicent said, putting her glass down to lean her hands back on the edge of the counter, tilting her head the other way as she thought quickly about what she could divulge and what she should probably keep close to her chest just now. It'd been so long since they'd chatted socially, much less talked for real, that she found herself leery about nattering on and chasing him away. "I had two interviews last week, with a PR office and a realtor, for an assistant position. I should hear back within the week, they said. And I saw that Rich Summerby at International Exports was looking for an assistant, so I may try to contact him and see if he still has a vacancy." That one worried her a bit, though -- Summerby wasn't someone she knew well, and she didn't know how he felt about Slytherins her age. But she had to try, she knew. She was good at what she did, and if House prejudices decided against her, that was out of her control.

Her eyes dipped down to his hand, and she opened her mouth to ask if he was right...before she suddenly clamped her lips back together with an unexpected horror. She'd thought he might have hurt himself, or needed a salve on skin chapped from Quidditch, but no. The area was too centrally placed, and too silver. Millicent shakily reached for her drink unseeingly, eyes blinking several times before they lifted to meet Roger's. "I think Pansy should have some salve, if you need it," she said a bit weakly, nodding faintly at his hands. "I, uh...we should probably go see who else has arrived, before Pansy tells us we're being anti-social."

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