Greg Goyle (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} a_reticent_git) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wished,@ 2009-12-19 09:21:00 |
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Where: The Nott Estates
What: Greg goes to visit Theo.
When: Decemeber 19th, morning
Rating: R
It wasn't really Theo Greg was worried about. He knew his dad expected him to make an excellent impression on the senior Nott gentleman if he should see him. So as he pulled out clothes to take, half of them went back on the floor as Greg groaned, catching sight of a stain on this shirt, or a hole in this one. He was flustered; he wanted to just be there, and here he was, acting like a fucking girl selecting clothes for a date.
This is not a date, he thought to himself. He wasn't sure if they go flying. He wasn't sure what they'd be doing together, but he hoped for something. And it didn't require any clothes. Greg was sure it wasn't going to happen. Hell, he still wasn't sure what happened, exactly. The train ride had been a hang over blurr, lounging in a compartment with Draco and Pansy and Blaise while he fought to keep himself from hurling at the throb in his head. He'd kept looking for Theo, and just looking at him and it hadn't seemed real. Even on the train, Greg had wanted to corner him, and demand a re-play, a kiss to see if the dream had really been a reality. But he'd felt this hesitation; he didn't really want to ruin the vision in his head if it was a dream. And then what did that make him? A gay boy? Lusting after his friend? He'd felt confused and slightly miserable, and once he'd arrived home, his brothers had immediately distracted him.
Apparently, everyone in the family approved of his recent weight loss and change. His brothers, each home from a successful mission, had invited him to fly, and then dragged him off to a pub. Greg had never been included in such an obvious way, and he'd accepted it. But they'd gone, off to their next assignment, and that had given Greg far too much time to ponder, and remember.
And remember.
With a satchell stuffed with some clothes, toothbrush, and a hair brush, Greg slung on his traveling cloak, and moved to ready himself, to step into the Floo. He paused, looking about the house, and realized that he really should have gotten Theo a gift of some sort. Greg nipped into the study, and found a unopened bottle of Fire-Whiskey, which he stuffed into his bag. He had plenty of galleons, thrust upon him by his brothers, so if they went somewhere, Greg was confident that he could pay. He checked his reflection in a mirror on the wall, and moved to the Floo, chucking a handful of green powder into the grate.
"Nott Estates."
With a green flame bursting, Greg stepped in and after a moment of moving and spinning, stepped out into a large foyer. A House-elf appeared almost immediately and Greg handed him the small bag.
"Tell Mr. Theo Nott I'm here," he said.
This is not a date, he thought to himself. He wasn't sure if they go flying. He wasn't sure what they'd be doing together, but he hoped for something. And it didn't require any clothes. Greg was sure it wasn't going to happen. Hell, he still wasn't sure what happened, exactly. The train ride had been a hang over blurr, lounging in a compartment with Draco and Pansy and Blaise while he fought to keep himself from hurling at the throb in his head. He'd kept looking for Theo, and just looking at him and it hadn't seemed real. Even on the train, Greg had wanted to corner him, and demand a re-play, a kiss to see if the dream had really been a reality. But he'd felt this hesitation; he didn't really want to ruin the vision in his head if it was a dream. And then what did that make him? A gay boy? Lusting after his friend? He'd felt confused and slightly miserable, and once he'd arrived home, his brothers had immediately distracted him.
Apparently, everyone in the family approved of his recent weight loss and change. His brothers, each home from a successful mission, had invited him to fly, and then dragged him off to a pub. Greg had never been included in such an obvious way, and he'd accepted it. But they'd gone, off to their next assignment, and that had given Greg far too much time to ponder, and remember.
And remember.
With a satchell stuffed with some clothes, toothbrush, and a hair brush, Greg slung on his traveling cloak, and moved to ready himself, to step into the Floo. He paused, looking about the house, and realized that he really should have gotten Theo a gift of some sort. Greg nipped into the study, and found a unopened bottle of Fire-Whiskey, which he stuffed into his bag. He had plenty of galleons, thrust upon him by his brothers, so if they went somewhere, Greg was confident that he could pay. He checked his reflection in a mirror on the wall, and moved to the Floo, chucking a handful of green powder into the grate.
"Nott Estates."
With a green flame bursting, Greg stepped in and after a moment of moving and spinning, stepped out into a large foyer. A House-elf appeared almost immediately and Greg handed him the small bag.
"Tell Mr. Theo Nott I'm here," he said.