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[Oct. 19th, 2010|02:34 am] |
WHO: Gretchen Watkins, Verity Weasley & Trevor Scabior
WHAT: Gretch and Verity bump into each other in the morning
WHERE: Gretch and Trevor's house
WHEN: the morning after this
WARNING/RATING/STATUS: Post sexing imagery and bacon contained within, no kids or jews allowed/PG13?/Ongoing
( the smell of bacon wasn't one that woke gretchen often ) |
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[Oct. 18th, 2010|12:09 am] |
WHO: Verity Weasley & Trevor Scabior
WHAT: Verity's upset and seeks comfort from her favourite cousin
WHERE: Trev's house
WHEN: after this
WARNING/RATING/STATUS: cursing probably, lots of tears definitely/PG13?/Ongoing
Brushing away tears, Verity took a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she walked away from Angelina's flat. Knockturn was out, she couldn't go wandering around there when Alicia had just been kidnapped. It was late enough that Trevor might not be there, she couldn't count that he'd happen along to protect her. His house, well his parent's house really, was the only other option she had.
She closed her eyes and spun in place, against her judgement, just wanting to be away from Fred at that moment. She'd spent plenty of time at the Scabior manor when she was younger, but hadn't been there in many years. Popping into existence, she found it hadn't changed much and wrapped her sweater around herself, making her way up the driveway to the front door.
She didn't hear the guard behind her until it was too late, a slight crunching step, dislodging of the gravel on the driveway and she spun around, heart in her throat. Only halfway through the turn, the spell hit her and she crumpled, unconscious, to the cold ground. |
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[Oct. 11th, 2010|10:11 pm] |
WHO: Verity Weasely and Trevor Scaboir
WHAT: Verity's pissed and runs into Trevor
WHERE: Diagon/Knockturn
WHEN: Monday night
WARNING/RATING/STATUS: None/PG13/Ongoing
Verity was pissed. It didn't quite matter to her that Fred was right and Ron was a prat, and it definitely didn't matter that the logical part of her brain was telling her to cool it. Although she loved Charlie with all her heart, more than she'd ever thought she could love someone, she did wish things had gone differently, that she'd been planned for, things hadn't been so rushed and chaotic. But to have someone like Ron throw that in her face? And was that what all of Fred's family thought of her, too?
She hadn't been able to handle even looking at the journal anymore, had just dropped Charlie at the shop, ignored Fred's attempt to talk to her and had headed out into the dark Alley, just needing to walk. At the juncture, she paused, not quite wanting to walk up to the new bits of the area.
Trevor! The thought came and she almost snapped her fingers. He was always good for a distraction! And he'd said he worked down Knockturn! Taking a breath, she stepped down the foreboding Alley, trying to walk casually and not draw any attention to herself. Although it was later, there were people prowling the street, eyeing her uncomfortably. It wasn't until she was halfway down the Alley, her anger fading quickly and being replaced by a deep seated feeling of unease and the first cold shivers of fear, that she remembered she had no idea where Trevor worked. |
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[Sep. 6th, 2010|01:21 am] |
WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Delaney Twilfitt
WHAT: Delaney needs to talk. Gretchen happens to be nearby.
WHERE: Diagon
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None this time, I promise! Just talk of babies and emotions and girly shit like that/PG13?/Ongoing
Gretchen wasn't exactly sure how it'd come to pass that she was picking up lunch for Trevor, but sure enough, here she was, paying for two meals from the Happy Squid and taking them back to a likely ungrateful partner. Thanking man behind the counter, she snagged the bag of food and took an appreciative sniff as she walked outside, her stomach rumbling slightly.
She was hungrier than she'd thought, which sort of made sense, given that she'd foregone any sort of breakfast meal in favour of spending another hour in bed with Trevor. Not that it had been a bad trade off, mind. The fact remained, however, that this food was going to be greatly appreciated.
Strolling past Delaney's store, Gretchen glanced in idly, still slightly uncomfortable with the fact that both she and Trevor had slept with the woman, on completely separate occasions. She was certain it was a first, she didn't generally sleep with women and she would bet all her gold that Trevor had never shagged a bloke. Given her inclinations, a certain level of crossover was to be expected, but she still found it odd.
Oddness filling her head, Gretchen didn't see Delaney walking towards her until it was too late. The other woman had spotted her and Gretch raised a hand in greeting. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2010|08:03 pm] |
WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Delaney Twilfitt (cameo appearance by Trevor Scabior!)
WHAT: lunching, chatting
WHERE: Two Happy Squids
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None probably, surprisingly (considering who's in the thread)SEX SEX AND MORE SEX/PG13? NC17/Ongoing
Gretchen used the wall of Martini's to steady herself as she fixed the buckle on her boot. It had taken her a while to find these and she wondered absently why she'd bothered. It wasn't as though this lunch meant anything to her but getting out of the office. Shrugging, she leaned back against the wall and studied the people walking across the street.
It was busy in the Alley, full of parents and children picking up last minute textbooks and cloaks for school. As Gretchen watched the throngs, she found herself longing for September first and the relative peace it afforded the Alleys. She was at least lucky enough to work on Knockturn, and far enough in that no stupidly curious children made their way up to the shop; she couldn't imagine actually putting up with crowds of insipid customers like this every day.
Her eyes on the wizards across the Alley, Gretchen spotted Delaney, waiting and timing it correctly so she stepped unseen up beside the woman a few feet away from the entrance to the Squid. "Delaney," she nodded in greeting, allowing a small smile to curl her lips. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2010|10:06 pm] |
WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Trevor Scabior
WHAT: Gretchen's bored and has a question
WHERE: Their office
WHEN: 27 July evening
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: This'll probably end in a fade to black, knowing them, plus liberal cursing and drinking/R/Complete!
( dreaming of me? ) |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2010|01:49 pm] |
WHO: Verity Weasley & Trevor Scabior
WHAT: cousins meeting up again
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHEN: 22 June 2003
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: None/PG13 for cursing?/Ongoing
Thanks to Fred and George's new journal designs, the shops were experiencing a bump in business, people rushing in to get the latest new thing. On one hand, it was good, bringing customers (and money) in. But on the other... it made for a very long day. Waving to Fred and gesturing outside, Verity handed the register over and slipped through the crowd, out into the street.
Leaning against the shop window, she debated where to eat, trying to figure out what she was in the mood for when something caught her eye. Someone rather. A familiar figure weaving his way through the people enjoying the sunlit Alley.
It couldn't be.
Instinctively pushing off the wall, Verity followed the man, her mind not accepting what she was seeing. He was dead, wasn't he? She hadn't heard from him since before the Battle, not a word in five years. He had to be dead.
"Trevor?" she rushed ahead and caught up to him, grabbing his arm to stay him. |
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[May. 26th, 2010|09:24 pm] |
Characters: Titus Scabior, Gretchen Watkins and Verity Weller
Setting: Early evening Wednesday at Trevor's place in Hogsmeade
Summary: Verity finally takes the first steps to sharing her big news with the family and ends up having an unexpected run in with her cousin's special lady friend as well.
Rating/Warning: PG13 even with the fade-to-black ending.
( 'No. You're right, Trevor,' she stopped again and snorted. 'Never thought I'd say that.' ) |
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[Mar. 26th, 2010|09:31 pm] |
WHO: Gretchen Watkins & Trev Scabior
WHAT: stuff!
WHERE: Trev's house
WHEN: friday night
WARNING/RATING/STATUS: None/R?/Ongoing
( witty cut text here! ) |
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