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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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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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