Gellert Grindelwald (bravespear) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-09-29 02:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | gellert grindelwald, rose weasley |
Who: Gellert Grindelwald & Rose Weasley
What: Gellert is having difficulty coping with the departure of Merope.
When: Sunday, 28th September (Evening)
Where: Town Square
Rating/Warnings: Medium / TBD
Status: In Progress
He had been looking forward to his outing with Merope for several days. With all of the people that had left the village recently, Gellert had tried to hold onto the one person that was there who he actually cared for, which was Merope. When he had arrived at the Castle to pick her up for their afternoon stroll together, she was nowhere to be found and he had waited for a long time. Rules be damned, eventually Gellert had marched into the Castle in search of her, a horrible feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. She had once told him where her room was, when they had discussed how happy she was there, and shoving the door open to find the room empty - devoid of her things - had hit him harder then he could ever put into words. Gellert had always prided himself on being eloquent with words regardless of the situation but, for once, he had none. His dislike of sharing his feelings with the village hadn't mattered at that point, and he had voiced his shock in the journal. Some had been surprisingly kind to him, others had not been, and Arthur had suggested alcohol. Gellert had agreed with that suggestion. He'd sat around in the house for a while, nursing a glass of red wine, but eventually he could not be inside the house a moment longer. Leaving a note for Arthur that he'd gone for a walk, Gellert took the bottle of red wine and left the house, not really picking a particular direction but just put one foot in front of the other, barely hearing how his boots scuffed against the ground and barely feeling the cold wind against his neck. Not really caring where he was at that point, Gellert sat down on what ended up being the edge of the fountain in the town square, his right hand curled around the neck of the wine bottle. Lifting it to his lips, he took a long swig from it. It wouldn't help in the long run, but it eased the ache for a bit. |