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greg: lots of yelling greg: eh like it sucks greg: but not like i REALLY care greg: if quidditch ever ends up being my end all be all please end it all for me, i give you full rights. greg: watching me wasn't much this last go. sorry. blame cho on that.

dae: what's that like? lol dae: the crowd was so loud outside the pitch that we didn't hear any other that, but i'm sorry you had to dae: idk i like watching you play, not sure if that helps but yeah dae: it's fun to be apart of a team, at least for me but then again montague isn't my captain

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greg didn't think that they were talking about him. Not one would really, in theory: the game had ended in a snap and he'd hardly had time to launch a bludger down the field before it all came crashing down. it was all about the seekers right now, cho in paricular, he presumed. he'd just been a beater that'd done nothing of worth, put on his uniform and swung a club for a couple minutes. that was it. so any 'hey' aimed his way, he'd assumed was critical, likely from his captain. godric, that'd be a lot for certain.

yet, when greg turned, it was an opponent. and so his face immediate scrunched. "think i'd be kicked out the house for that," greg exhaled, shaking his head. no was always going to be the answer. though he wondered, wondered, wondered what might be available. no denying he needed a firewhiskey after all this. "owl me if there's an afterparty."

where - quidditch stands when - after the quidditch match (slytherin v. ravenclaw) who - open (@fideliusstarters)

The celebrations were loud, as CJ was hooting and hollering over his team's victory. It was such a short game, but to see the crestfallen looks on the Slytherins' faces was so very sweet. A large smile is on his face. Surely, this game must be a record, and to think, he can say he was on the Ravenclaw quidditch team during this time. It would be quite a memory. And this memory could get better at the Ravenclaw afterparty. "Hey!" he calls out to a straggler still in the stands, "After-party at Ravenclaw. you coming?"

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greg: think my ears are finally working again greg: we lost to ravenclaw but, trust me, montague won against the lockers. like FUCKING LOUD. greg: funny how i thought joining the team would be a good idea

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dae: hey greg, i just wanted to check in after that game

dae: im hoping your captain wasn't too upset...

dae: how are you?

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Gérard Blain - The Friends (1971)

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somehow, someway, greg had gotten roped into face-painting for the festival. in fact, he might have blacked out— or potentially have been blacked out— when the art club had cornered them for volunteers. either way, that action had led to this future action of standing opposite pansy bloody parkinson with a paint brush in his hand and a rainbow of strokes smeared upon his hands. "i'm not." obvious lie the second it came out, his head shaking already. "i mean, i wasn't. some blond prick asked me to watch for a second and, yea, hasn't been back," goyle said as he twisted at the hip, looking all around as he aimed to sell the story.

event starter: gregory | @ggcyles location: scrivenshaft's quill shop

upon walking into scrivenshaft's quill shop, her initial thought was that way too many people were in line for something as simple as face paint. she was moments away from walking right back out until she noticed who was standing at the very front of that line, no-- he was on the other side of the line, with the paints. "goyle?" his name broke through the noise in the room. the dark haired witch bypassed the line now that she saw her friend, giving him her signature smirk as she closed the distance. "i didn't know you were doing all of... this."

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set the scene: it's at least a year prior, and goyle is sat in his seat in the potions classroom, begrudgingly waiting for it to start, when his housemate walks in. only her skirt it hiked a bit higher, rolled certainly at the hem if not glamoured shorter. it's as his throat thickens and she strides in that his mind fills with one thought in particular: "well, that's just not fair." and as his eye took another glimpse, that thought extended to "fucking hell."

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"that's one feral first year." — thought circa 'last year'

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"thanks," greg nodded softly, a curve coming to his lips; despite knowing how lasting their friendship had been and not doubting it's continuance, any bit of support on draco's end always felt... confirming. "i'd sock anyone that'd try anyway." that ever-sense of defense had become habitual at that stage. goyle had come to know how to look left and right, to scrunch his eyes and look at someone. he'd missed a lot of details more often than not, but the look in someone's eye, especially when scrutinizing, well... he didn't know how to miss that. instead creating it more often when it wasn't there.

the idea of celebrating had caused gregory's head to bob. for a long while, but especially after this past summer, given everything, he reached towards those celebratory items more so day to day. "my bones could use some ogden's," he admitted. "got at least a bottle in my trunk left. 'less crabbe snagged it," he voiced, looking off to the distance, eyes narrowed as if trying to draw the memory out, to recall it. but all he came back and back and back to was a mostly full bottle of firewhiskey and so he shook his head. "no, i should have it."

draco felt the barest hints of nausea and a headache forming on his temples as he put one foot in front of the other towards the castle. his broomstick lay in his callused hands and he panted heavily, sweat forming on his brow. he'd had a little time to rest in the locker room but it hadn't been enough; he was feeling every ounce of frustration that graham had put into picking on draco. and maybe draco really was a masochist but... a tiny grin formed on his lips at the idea that he had gotten under that tough exterior graham wore all the time. each time it happened, whenever graham threw a particularly nasty practice at draco, it made him feel the barest hints of accomplished, of pride. it was like a little game he and graham were the only ones to know about; no one knew why he was so hard on draco except draco. a secret to keep close to his chest and his stupid crush, the one he'd foolishly held on graham for awhile now, only seemed to warm at the feeling. sore, he stopped walking for a moment and bent down to touch his toes, letting his back stretch as a groan leapt from his lips. rising to his full height, he knew he'd need to grab a potion or smoke a blunt with romilda tonight to loosen his muscles. turning his attention to his dearest friend, a smile pulled at his lips as he looked gregory over. "no one will jelly jinx you while i'm around. unfortunately, quidditch practice kicked our ass." and there was a deep sense of pride at being able to withstand what was coming at him and still be able to meet graham's expectations and more. "besides, we did great today! we should celebrate."

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closed: @sweatecweather location: outside the quidditch pitch

practice had left goyle feeling a tired the went beyond tired. he wore that exhaustion with shoulders slumped forward and a far-away look in his eye— half in a void and half imagining bed or a big bowl of chicken curry. "montague was on one today," he mumbled, slow to start on the steps back up to the castle, his bag of gear slung around his shoulder. "feel like i've been jelly-jinxed."

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greg wasn't a sharer of his talents, not to many at least. at so when the tiny yet intimidating second year stood tall, his first instinct had been to cover the page, crumple it even. "it's... divination shite," he lied, having now leaned back even further in his chair, the easiest, coolest way of gaining distance without a sideeye. at least as far as he was aware of. "supposed 'ta journal a day but it all blends." he shrugged alongside his lie, teeth grit together in the background. "was just thinkin's all."

it was hard not to roll her eyes as she listened to the conversation taking over the slytherin common room. what everyone saw in draco malfoy she'd never quite understood. his father was little more than a coward hiding behind the death eater mask. at least that's how her own had always described lucius. a fearful follower rather than a proud one. the carrows had always been proud. scoffing, she shifted from her chair and stood, picking up her book and making to leave before catching gregory goyle looking at her. "explain the staring and maybe you keep all your teeth."

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A Brilliant Young Mind (2014), dir. Morgan Matthews

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gregory stilled, feeling as if he'd just gotten caught. even if he hadn't known entirely what his plan was. gia, it seemed, knew better than him, not hesitating with her reaction as she soon rolled over to face him. even in the early hours, greg found himself thinking that she looked really pretty. with that in mind, regardless of last night, nervous shot through him, causing his words to falter at the start. "g-good... yea, good mornin'." he shifted on the bed, more freedom now that they both were awake. "it was good." goyle hated how the only word that was coming to his head was 'good'. it made him feel like an idiot— well, beyond the normal levels. "you look like you, um... got some good rest." there it was again.

then, because he couldn't help himself, perhaps unintentionally following her lead of ripping off the band-aid and saying something, goyle asked, "you have fun last night?" a question he posed with his eyes not cast upon her, but down to the pillow and the sheets.

Gia groaned, her body stretching after a good night's rest. Spiked pumpkin juice made for an easy night's rest. Her leg bumps against something warm that causes her to freeze. Her groggy mind recalls her actions the previous night. Gia has to bite her lip to keep from giggling. She hadn't expected their talk from the previous night to end this way. The morning after conversation tends to be interesting. She huffs as the arm cuddling her is moved away. "Good morning," she says simply as if this wasn't the awkward situation it should've been, and she rolls over to face them. "How did you sleep?" The typical reaction would be to politely excuse themselves and be on their way, but she wondered how her fellow slytherin would react.

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closed: @nccarrcws location: the slytherin common room

goyle had been sat amongst his normal crew, though he'd clocked out quite some bit ago as the ringleader droned on. as he'd often done in class, he'd found himself scratching away with his quill. the parchment in front of his had been meant to be his divination homework but now it was a rough sketch of one of his peers. it hadn't been a purposeful choice, the carrow had just been sat in his eyeline and so it was her likeness beginning to form in the ink. every few so often, his head peeped up, snagging a look.

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the look on his face was as effective as any pill out there. checkmate. the feeling of his eyes of her, she was hyper aware of it, how could she not be when it was so obvious. someone else would have dropped the leash by now, but not pansy. if she could find any other way to inflate her ego, she still would be here on this dance floor. the pull of the music took control of her, no longer holding back. putting on a show was easy, always has been. of course is was, her whole life consisted on putting on a show. so when she heard his warning, she could not help the smirk that appeared. "it is easy, just let the music take over. here.” she ran her hands up over her hips and sides, further making her point.

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closed: @magicallyperfect location: the girl's fourth year slytherin dorm

consciousness arrived slowly. as his eyelids remained closed, he felt the weight of his body pressed against the mattress, then his arm draped across... draped across... oh. it was as gregory felt someone shift in the bed beside him that his brain snapped back to the reality of last night and how, well, how this happened: him in gia kim's dorm with his arm still draped across her body. a bit more alert than he'd been a moment ago— given the scenario— greg opened his eyes with a few blinks. the dorm was still dim, the drawn curtains around the bed shielding them in a cloak of green hues.

was she awake? he couldn't quite tell as looked upon her. then it was a conflict of stay or go. which was weirder, he thought. as if testing to see for himself, goyle cautiously tried to lift his arm, freeing her a hair from what had been, well, i guess you could call it a cuddle. despite the slow movement, greg was betrayed by the squeak of the bed, something that caused him to wince.