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A Cattermole ([info]alfiecat) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-01-12 21:05:00

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Entry tags:!1998: 01, !complete, alfred cattermole, gregory goyle

Who: Goyle and Alfie
What: The start of some problems
Where: Hallway, Hogwarts
When: Tuesday
Rating/Warning: TBA - likely violence



For some reason it seemed like the professors were piling the work on this quarter. Alfie wasn't sure why - he thought maybe it was to distract them from what was going on, or from the students who hadn't come back. He was worried about his mum, and worried about Julien's mum and the weird letter she'd sent, and he barely had time to think about school work when he had to think about those things and about snogging Julien and the way he'd felt.

So, it wasn't any wonder that he decided to skive off his classes that afternoon. He ate one half of a Puking Pastille he'd bought at the new WWW Hogsmeade on the visiting day, and Professor Flitwick had sent him right out of class. He managed to make it a few hallways down, and then sat down in a dark, quiet little alcove as he ate the other half and waited for the sick feeling to go away.



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[info]a_reticent_git
2010-01-17 02:31 am UTC (link)
Greg paused, and then nodded, "Sure. You have a good evening there, Cattermole."

He turned to head down the stairs, a whistle on his lips and a lift in his step. The entire incident had been a more than satisfactory exchange in his books, and he thought he'd played it out rather well.

And as he moved towards the dungeons, he slowed his walk, his mind drifting towards the ultimate possibilities.

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