itsgregory (itsgregory) wrote in nocte_silenti, @ 2011-03-18 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | greg goyle, pansy parkinson |
Who: Pansy and Greg
What: A while after finding Narcissa and Rabastan
Where: The DADA classroom
When: Friday night
Rating: PG13 for language at the very least-TBA
Status: In-progress
Greg knew from the moment he turned into macho man that he would be hearing about it later. But he didn't give a fuck. Things weren't right and he wasn't going to let Pansy get herself killed. Whether she thought herself tough or not wasn't the issue here it was keeping her alive and well. Not just because the world needed women more than men but because he really did care about her. They grew up together, they knew each other, and now they were getting married. It was still weird to think about but also comforting in a way. They knew how each other operated. Or at least he knew how she operated some of the time, he wasn't sure if she could decipher him just yet.
Setting out several various bottles of alcohol including firewhiskey, gin, wine, straigt vodka, various mixers, and tequila, he poured himself a drink and sat down on a comfortable sofa he had transfigured. Actually he had made the whole place rather comfortable, draping it in cool greens and putting down a black rug along with a matching leather couch and large bed. There were also various wardrobes for his things and a few of the classrooms old junk pushed into a corner. He was dressed in a comfortable button up white shirt and black trousers. He wasn't trying to appear like he was trying to hard but he was trying to look good. Greg knew he had grown into a somewhat fine looking person.
He knew instantly when she arrived, the door swung open with an angry little crack. He couldn't help but smile. "The alcohol is on the table," he told her first, shaking his own drink at her.