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savingdavey:

“Empty threat. You’ve seen what I’ve done to Galvin’s hair. Nothing’s keeping you safe from that,” Davey challenged in return. He avoided it mainly because it would seem more severe to his sister. Besides, it was far easier to cohabitate with her when they had a wall between them. Galvin’s proximity—and personality—made him that much more likely to get on his nerves. It was hard to blame him for messing with him on occasion.

Davey easily caught the pillow and stuck his tongue out at her. He didn’t want to deal with this. He shouldn’t have said anything, but he was only getting worse at keeping it to himself. The fact Dorcas hadn’t noticed when he couldn’t imagine it was subtle was a stroke of luck at best. He had a few weeks to get over it, though. Surely, it would dissipate in that time.

“It’s not how we are,” Davey insisted in return. “Best friends, champions of platonic, laughing off the endless questions from relatives at holidays. There’s no one I’d rather spend time with, and I don’t want to change losing that. Because she doesn’t. There’s no way she does.” He brought one of his knees up to his chest and leaned his chin on it, fixing her with a hard look. “What do you want me to do? Go with my gut? That ends me up in a lot of great situations. Touching the Willow seemed fantastic at the time, and what if it goes that way? I don’t live like that, but I also really don’t want to lose her.”

Gladys made a face at him. “You would never,” she shot back. She would kill him if he touched her hair. But she couldn’t help but giggle, however, when she thought of Galvin. “He was so mad,” she said, grinning at him. She loved her big brother, but there was just something funny about it. Sometimes she felt like he just had to lighten up, although...that was probably the last thing he wanted to hear after that. 

She stuck her tongue back out at him and then rolled her eyes at him. In truth, she had always secretly wanted Davey and Dorcas to date. Out of everyone in the world (or at least that she knew), she thought that Dorcas suited her brother the best. And she always quite liked Dorcas too. She didn’t think that she would ever hurt Davey.

“But why?” She insisted with a small pout on her lips, thinking that it would get Davey to open up to her more. She always liked to think that her brothers couldn’t deny her when she pouted. “But what if you don’t lose that and instead you get something super awesome?” She pointed out. “Like you get to be with her forever because you’re married. That would be way cooler than losing her to some random guy.” When he brought up trusting his gut, she sighed. “I would have told you that touching the Willow was not fantastic. But this is much better than touching the blasted Willow,” she said, shaking her head. 

home again || gladys and davey

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savingdavey:

With every passing minute, Davey was starting to seem more like himself. He grew brighter as he rehydrated, even more so since Dorcas was there. Chatting with Healers and waiting out the time until someone decided he had enough water back in system and probably checked out his heart. He was himself, but he was already tired of being in there—how had he managed two years? He really hadn’t. Didn’t matter. At least now, he was sitting up and actually waiting for the next person when Gladys walked in the door.

It was easier when he hadn’t done anything. A scorching day took him out. Maybe he should have planned for it better, but he had been drinking water and taking his time inside. It was a start that he could have followed through on more, but no one really was blaming him. He had to say, it was a pretty nice change of pace, not expecting disappointment from everyone who walked in the doors. He’d take concern if he had to.

“Hi,” Davey said, leaning towards her a bit, confined to the bed but never able to sit entirely still. He bounced his heels against it, grinning widely over it. “Did Mum fill you in?” It wasn’t surprising she missed Dorcas who was on a mission, but Gladys surely got the explanation. He might as well be a different person from when they’d started. “You just missed Doe, too. Kind of a revolving door, not that I mind in the slightest.”

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Ever since Mum had said that Davey was in the hospital, Gladys had been on the verge of a breakdown. Even though she had been so young when Davey was in the hospital, she still remembered it vividly. Their parents fears, that they were going to lose their son, coloring pictures for Davey, and spending hours playing board games on his hospital bed, keeping him entertained. It wasn’t until she was older that she really grasped the situation and she understood what it would have meant if doctors couldn’t fix him.

Walking into the hospital, even as she was assured by their father that Davey was going to be fine, Gladys didn’t believe it. There was this small part of her that was just so sure that something was really wrong with him, and she was going to lose her brother. She couldn’t speak it out loud, she wouldn’t, but it was there, in the pit of her stomach as they moved the familiar halls of the hospital up to Davey’s room. 

She looked at her dad, who nodded his head and she went to stand in the doorway, unwilling to step further into the room. Davey looked okay. But...if it was a heart problem, than he wouldn’t look any different, would he? Gladys looked at him blankly for a moment, she hadn’t registered anything that he said. “Are you okay?” She asked, her voice hoarse from holding all of her emotions in. She had wanted to look stronger than she really was, for mum’s sake, mostly, but for her own sake too. 

on the up and up || davey & gladys

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davina-whoisleft:

Davina was thrown for a moment as she thought about Gladys’s question. “Do they? I don’t really know.” She bit her lip, considering it, before shrugging off the notion entirely. “But I guess we’ll find out. Maybe they’ll let us in but won’t serve us drinks. Or we could sneak in with a group.” She wasn’t about to let her plan get derailed so easily. So much of her life she spent doing what she was told to do. Others picked out her clothes, took her where she was supposed to be, gave her the words she was supposed to say. This idea, even if it wasn’t a good one, was one she made for herself, and she wanted to hold onto that with all her might.

Once the magazines were in view, she bounded over to Gladys to take one from her and started flipping through it. “Perfect. Let’s see what they have in here,” she said as she settled in on her bed with the magazine. She was immediately so immersed in the glossy pictures of the pretty girls, that she almost missed her friend’s next question. She seemed to be full of those tonight. “Huh? Oh, she might, but what does it matter? It’s just some makeup, nothing she has reason to get too upset about. It’s not as though we’re children.”

That might not be true, and Emilie would have reason to be upset if they took her stuff. But the last thing Davina cared about that night was what her mother thought. In fact, part of her wanted to get caught if only so her mother could see what had become of her “perfect” daughter. Just thinking of her was making Davina upset, and while she didn’t want to take those feelings out on her friend, she found it pushing out of her as Gladys kept bringing her up. “Honestly, I don’t care about my mum. She can see or smell whatever she likes. She’ll probably just ignore it anyway. She doesn’t like having problems in her life.”

Gladys was glad to see that Davina didn’t know the answer to that question either. It made her feel a little bit better, like this...hadn’t happened before. So maybe, she could bring Davina back to the ‘good’ side, so to speak. “I think that Galvin said something about them checking for them at the door,” She pointed out. Because Galvin knew everything, although...she wasn’t entirely sure if she had ever heard him say something like that. But it just sounded good to her. She tried to hide her disappointment, however, when Davina seemed determined to at least try. “Yeah... maybe,” she finished lamely. “They might be busy...” she trailed off, not sure what else to say. She didn’t want Davina to know that she wasn’t thrilled with this plan of hers, at least not yet. 

She willingly gave up one of her magazine’s over to Davina, and then made herself comfortable, biting down on her lip as she skimmed the page that she was looking over. “I’m sure they have some good ideas,” she said. The key word being ideas, because none of this was a good idea for them. So...if they could just...fantasize about what they would wear to the clubs one day, than that would be great. Gladys bit her lip and then shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe. But I just know that my mum would be upset if I borrowed something of hers without asking, you know?” She said.

She had no idea the reaction that Davina was going to have when she kept pushing about her mother. At her last statement, Gladys frowned. Was something going on? It wasn’t the first time that she had wondered if perhaps...there was something that was going on with Davina’s family. Could that be why she was so determined to go to the club? Gladys furrowed her brow and looked up at Davina. “Is everything okay? With your mum?” She asked kindly, not wanting Davina to feel like she was prying, but she wanted to show that she was concerned that she was a friend. “You know that you can tell me anything, right, Davina?” She asked. “I wouldnt’ tell anyone,” She promised. 

change of plans // gladys & davina

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bellatrix-whoisleft:

It was easy enough to tell the girl was uncomfortable. She did an incredibly poor job of hiding it. Bellatrix would let her have her out eventually, but she wasn’t going to provide it quite yet. She had a few things to figure out; namely if she was always this nervous or if it was product of her presence as she hoped. It had been so carefully curated over the years, and the streak of casual confidence she had even now was just as important. She could not be more opposite her twitchiness.

“Looking for someone?” Bellatrix asked, calling attention right to what she was doing. See if she had the good sense to lie and try and fabricate someone to meet. “And books have less value? There are more than a few volumes in here that are bestowed with magic that is jarring when opened, let alone dropped. Maybe the consequences are a bit less, but do you make a habit of ranking your actions as such? There is always value in care.” Questions only served her well when they could be used to unsettle the person she was directing them at. These answers could not have less impact on her life in the long term.

At her question, Gladys momentarily started to panic. She wasn’t a good liar, it was practically a Gudgeon trait that they couldn’t lie. Gladys was too good for lies, they always made her feel guilty and she didn’t do well with guilt. But the alternative, admitting that Bellatrix was making her uncomfortable seemed somehow worse. If Bellatrix knew that she had power over her, than she might make her feel even more uncomfortable and that was a horrible thought as well. She frowned slightly, trying to come up with a good and believable lie. And then it came to her.

“My brother Galvin’s meeting me here,” she said quickly, because Bellatrix had to know Galvin, they were in the same year, anyways. And perhaps...the mention of her brother would do...something. She didn’t know what, but she was hopeful. Her cheeks turned pink as she asked if books had less value. “I...no, of course not,” She managed to get out, feeling flustered that Bellatrix misunderstood what she was saying. “I just...I meant...that in an apothecary there are dangerous...things. Like...potions, that could hurt you. And well...books...they usually don’t hurt you,” she pointed out. “But...that doesn’t make them less valuable, you know? But...they’re just...it’s different.” She bit her lip, feeling like she was making everything worse. “Of course not!” She exclaimed. “I..it was just an accident. They happen.”

Books are Dangerous //

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savingdavey:

“Only to you,” Davey said, giving Gladys another nudge with his foot and a wide smile. If anything, he might be a bit more likely now that he was certain it would get a rise out of her. He could be subtle. This wasn’t remotely a thing. He could absolutely do it to push her buttons later. “And I don’t think that means quite as much as you think it does. She’s in charge of keeping the whole school healthy. I don’t believe for a second she’s rooting against anyone. Maybe making it a bit less pleasant for some, but there’s not a lot of room for favorites.” He was always ready to write it off, make it less of a deal when than it was. The fact of the matter was she might like him a bit better than some, but they got to know each other because he was in there all the time.

Davey sat up too quickly, pulling a pillow out from behind him and throwing it right at her. Anything to distract from what he’d just said and was now kind of regretting. Gladys was usually great to go to with a crush, but this wasn’t quite his standard and he suddenly realized just how little peace that meant he was going to have with it. An absolute mistake. The exact opposite of what he needed in the whole of getting over her and getting back into the routine of their friendship.

“Forget I said anything,” he said, still sitting up. “It’s nothing. There’s nothing there. I can’t say or do anything because nope. It’s all in my head. Nothing comes of this. Right?” The question was directed at himself as much as it was to her. That was the thought that had been leading the way through it all. “Yeah. Nothing comes of it,” he repeated. “Nothing good, at least. She’s not there. I feel like… I don’t know. It’s not that we’re not on the same page, I think we are. It’s just… the same page of slightly different books? Doesn’t matter. It’s not gonna happen is the point. Shouldn’t have said anything.”

“You should be careful, I know where you sleep,” she replied, a mischievous grin on her lips. Of course she would never do anything truly awful, she loved Davey after all, but if he went and told Amos about this than she might consider doing something. Nobody could fault her, after all, he provoked her. Or...he would hypothetically, if he were to go to Amos. Gladys bit her lip for a moment. “She does make you clean bed pans,” she teased. “Maybe I am reading her wrong. If I were her, I would only give that job to people that are really horrible.” She could think of some people that she would love to make clean bedpans. “But I suppose if everybody got sick under her watch, or hurt, than she could lose her job, right?” She asked. That was like her entire job, was making sure that they were safe and healthy. 

 Gladys was startled when Davey suddenly sat up and threw a pillow at her. She just barely managed to catch it, and she shot her brother a look. He was officially acting weird. Way weird. She didn’t think that she had ever seen him act like this. Like ever. “Hey!” She exclaimed, tossing the pillow back at his face. She knew that if their mum saw them doing that, she would freak, but she was still in the kitchen, or out back with their dad, so she wasn’t there to tell them off for tossing her pillows around.

“I’m not going to forget what you said,” she argued. It was a big deal. You have a crush!” And she didn’t think that his crush was like her crushes, where they lasted for a few weeks and faded away afterwards. At least most of her crushes did that. But sometimes they didn’t. “But how do you know?” She asked, stressing the word ‘know’. “You can’t know if you don’t talk to her! What if she feels the same way as you? And then you don’t say anything, and she doesn’t say anything and you go your whole life wondering what could have happened?” She demanded. “Do you want to live like that, Davey Graham Gudgeon?” She asked. 

home again || gladys and davey

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simone-selwyn:

Simone had went to Diagon Alley to start buying everything she would need in the school year, like a new uniform -because she got a new one each year- potion ingredients, new scales, things like that. She was about to go into the book shop, see if the new books had arrived when she was stopped rudely by Gladys Gudeon. She blinked twice recovering from the shock of being stopped like that and payed attention to what the girl was saying  “I have seen many kids today, but I can’t remember what they were wearing honestly.” If this girl was babysitting then she clearly wasn’t good at her job. “Probably he went into the pets shop, little kids like animals right?”

Gladys didn’t care that she was being ‘rude’, she was entirely too panicked that she had lost Brendan. How had she lost him? And more importantly, what were her parents going to say when they found out that she had lost him? She couldn’t imagine how angry her parents were going to be, and his parents...if she couldn’t find him, she couldn’t imagine what was going to happen. To start with, she was going to be grounded for the rest of her life, she was sure. “Oh no,” She said, looking at Simone with wide eyes. “I don’t know...do they? I don’t know what he likes really...I just met him this morning. I did promise him ice cream...do you think that he went there?” She asked Simone. “I think i’m going to be grounded forever.”

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galvin-whoisleft:

“Yeah, no, I didn’t either,” Galvin said with a little shrug. God, he’d really gotten into his routine lately, hadn’t he? Not that that was supposed to be a bad thing. He loved his routine. It was what got him through all of school–– the only difference being that at school his routine actually had sports and parties and trips and other stuff on it. Not just work five days and then two days of laying about waiting for work to start again and stressing about what he hadn’t finished and what more would be added to his plate Monday and…yeesh. Not bar thoughts, he reminded himself. 

“But I reached out to Kings and–– he’s good! Great, actually. He’s going to try to meet me after work, is why I’m hanging around by myself, but he’s been working pretty late recently. Apparently they’re working him really hard over there; he’s in the Auror program, you know? He loves it, though. Can’t get enough.” Galvin was proud of his friend; he really, really was. But it was hard not to be, well…jealous. It wasn’t Kingsley’s fault that his dream job happened to be doable and practical and attainable. Not at all–– it was a hard, impressive one that was making the world a better place. It was justifiable.

“Oh, yeah?” Galvin asked, eyebrows going up and looking down at his sister–– he’d never accuse her of lying, ever, because she was Gladys and he was convinced she’d never do such a thing, not to his face anyway, but his protective instincts were still kicking in, big time. “When did Florence move into a bar? Ya going to push a few of the stools together to make a bed?” 

Gladys smiled at him. “I didn’t know that I was going to be here either.” Of course, she knew that she was sleeping over at Florence’s, but still, she supposed that that wasn’t really the point. In some ways, she was a little bit envious of the freedom that she thought that Galvin had now, being done with Hogwarts and everything. Their parents definitely didn’t ask him a million questions when he went out places, he could just go. But she knew that her time would come before she knew it, and she would probably regret that when she had to move out and find a job and do all of the grown up stuff that she didn’t want to do. 

“Yeah? I’m glad! I always liked Kingsley,” She said, like her opinion really mattered. But who didn’t like Kingsley, anyways? “I guess they are pretty busy, huh?” She asked him. “I don’t think that I would like being an Auror. But it’s a cool job. I think that he’ll be really good at it,” She said, smiling at him. There was something strange about the way that Galvin was going on about him, but she just thought that he was excited that Kingsley had found such a good job. “Do you ever run into him at work?” She asked curiously. He didn’t talk about it that much, now that she thought about it. 

“Don’t give me that look,” She said, trying not to sound defensive. She knew that look. It was the look he gave her when he morphed into big brother mode. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, being here, she wasn’t drinking, they were just having dinner. “Oh, you didn’t know? She lives upstairs now,” she said with a mischievous grin on her lips. “I think that will do it. Might not be very comfortable, but it’ll do for the night, don’t you think?” She asked him innocently. But then she started to laugh. “We’re just getting dinner, Galvin,” she promised.  

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Chaos in Piccadilly / Open

Gladys didn’t know what happened. One moment she was enjoying her day in Piccadilly, since her parents had actually allowed her to go out on her own instead of insisting that she bring one of her brothers, and the next, there was absolute chaos. It had happened so quickly, all of a sudden it was like Hogsmeade all over again, and she found herself frozen, remembering the curses flying back at Hogsmeade, the flashes of light, the glass breaking all around her. She was nearly frozen on the spot, and she couldn’t remember where her wand was. It was only when someone bumped into her that she was brought back and she realized that she had to do something.

So she did the only thing that she could think of: she started to run as fast as she could, away from whoever was doing this. Spells were going everywhere, and she quickly realized that there was nowhere safe. Watching as a bus flipped over in horror, she decided that she had to go and hide somewhere. 

Running in another direction, she hoped that she could find somewhere safe to go. But where did you go when nothing was safe? She spotted a small alley way that she hoped would lead to another part of London, perhaps, that she could get away from this. But she realized too late that it was a mistake--the alley was a dead end, and when she turned around, ready to run back the way she came, a figure was blocking the exit. Backing up towards the wall, shaking, she couldn’t make out who was standing there. 

“No, please, don’t,” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Don’t hurt me, please.”

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“Have you seen a little boy?” 

Gladys stopped the first person that she saw, panic on her face. She had lost the little boy that she was babysitting, and both her parents and the boys parents were going to kill her. It was her first day on the job, and she wanted the money for the upcoming school year--she was tired of relying on her parents for money, and she wanted to buy some new clothes before she went back to school. So when her mum had said that she had a coworker who needed someone to babysit their little boy, she had jumped onto the job. But it wasn’t easy. He was a little terror, and Gladys was realizing that taking him to Diagon Alley was a mistake. A huge mistake. She had promised him ice cream if he was good while she did some shopping, but she hadn’t realized how hard it was to keep track of a seven year old. He had been right next to her in line at Flourish and Blotts, but then when she turned around, he was just gone. She had dumped her books on the nearest shelf and bolted out the door, into the crowded Diagon Alley. 

“He’s seven, and about this tall, blue shirt, and shorts, and brown hair. Oh Merlin, his parents are going to kill me.”

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galvin-whoisleft:

“Gladys?” Galvin asked, blinking and turning to face the younger girl with an air of absolute incredulity–– knowing that yes, she was technically old enough to be out and about on her own, but also not used to seeing her as a separate entity out in the world aside from their hometown and school. “Hey! How are you?” Without thinking twice about it, he wrapped both arms around her and pulled her into a brief hug, grinning all the while. “Are you?” 

He shook his head slightly to indicate that, no, he wasn’t. “Nah, I just got out. I had to work up in London today at the main Ministry branch instead of…” Galvin waved his hand, trailed off slightly. He very rarely finished stories about work, unconsciously because he believed he talked about work too much and that nobody ‘but him’ would be interested. In reality, though, he talked about work very little and wasn’t even interested in it himself. It was a slow suffocation, one he wasn’t aware of yet. “I might see what Kingsley is up to, once he’s done for the day but––” He was glad to blink around, awake again to reality, realizing she was on her own at least for the time being. “Are you okay? Who’d you come up with?” 

She was excited to run into her brother, but it was a slightly strange feeling. Of course she saw him every day at home, but it had been few times that she ran into him like this, outside of home. It was strange, it reminded her that they were all growing up, and soon Galvin might be moving out and this would happen more often than not. Gladys smiled at him and then hugged him back. “I’m good!” She said happily. “I didn’t know that you were going out after work tonight,” She said. 

When he shook his head no, she was slightly disappointed, simply because she wanted to see Galvin out with people more than on his own. Gladys had noticed that he wasn’t fond of talking about work, but she hadn’t put much thought into it. “So that’s what brought you here? You were in the area?” She asked. Gladys nodded her head. “How is Kingsley?” She asked, realizing that she hadn’t heard about him in a little while. She wasn’t surprised when he asked if she was okay, it was typical Galvin. And as much as it would drive her crazy, how protective he was, she was slowly starting to realize that she would miss that at Hogwarts. “I’m okay, i’m here with Florence. I’m sleeping over her house,” she explained. 

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davina-whoisleft:

“Yes!” Davina affirmed with excitement, still too oblivious to Gladys’s hesitation on the matter. She wasn’t thinking through much of anything, including the logistics of how this would work out, getting too wrapped up in the idea itself. “I overheard some girls in a muggle coffee shop the other day talking about one that’s lenient with letting people in. I have a general idea of where it is, and I think we can find it. It’ll be an adventure. We have to break some rules while we are still young enough to.” Davina was not usually like this. She usually thought things through and made plans, stepped carefully and spoke quietly. But even the thought of her little plan made her feel a strange mixture of excitement and worry which filled her with adrenaline.

“Oh, brilliant! What magazines did you bring?” She started digging through the pile of clothes on her bed, wondering if any of them would look like the clothes in her magazines. For not the first time that summer, she remembered what Alecto had said at the bonfire: she would need to go shopping if she wanted to even start to fit into this scene. “I don’t have any makeup of my own, but we could take some of my mum’s. She’s down in the kitchen right now.”

Suddenly, Davina ducked behind her bed and pulled out a bottle from her not-so-secret hiding space. “I’‘m going to have a drink as well. Do you want one?” She remembered what happened the last time she asked Gladys this, or that is she remembered most of it. But this situation was entirely different. “There’s no exam tomorrow morning to worry about this time,” she said, trying to tempt her. Not that she would pressure her, but she could at least hope that Gladys wouldn’t start yelling again.

Gladys frowned slightly as she said that she had overheard some girls talking about a club that should let them in. She hadn’t signed up for this. She didn’t want to go to a club, but it was Davina’s birthday, so she felt so conflicted. She didn’t want to fight with her either, not after their fight a few weeks ago, so she didn’t really know what to do. She wished that she could owl her mother and tell her that she wanted to go home and to come up with some excuse. “But...what if they ask for ID or something? Don’t clubs do that?” she asked, hoping that that would bring Davina back to earth and make her realize that this plan wasn’t the best plan. Perhaps then they could just stay at home and enjoy their time together and forget about this club idea. 

“Um...hold on,” She said, opening up her bag with her things, she started to dig through it, looking for the Witch Weekly’s that she brought. Gladys didn’t know much about clubs, but she didn’t think that either of them would have appropriate outfits regardless...from what she had seen and heard, clubs were full of half naked girls and she had trouble imagining Davina dressed like that. “Here they are,” she said, pulling the magazines out and spreading them out on the bed. “Will she notice that it’s gone?” She asked.

Gladys was flipping through one of the magazines when Davina’s sudden movement shocked her. “What...” she trailed off as she saw the bottle in her hand. Was Davina already going to start drinking? She had hoped that she would at least have a little more time to figure out an excuse as to why this was a terrible idea, and staying home was the better option. “I...” she trailed off, biting her lip. “What about your mum?” She asked. “What if she sees it or smells it?”

change of plans // gladys & davina

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savingdavey:

“You are just fine,” Davey said, nudging her with his foot. “Maybe I’ll outright ask him for you. Completely get rid of that uncertainty for you.” There was a mischievous glint behind his eyes that gave away just how bad the chances of that going her way were. “I think she’s given up on the keeping out end,” he admitted. “Probably wouldn’t work, she knows it, and I make pretty good company when I’m not stuck cleaning bed pans. There’s far less bitter muttering.” He paused. “There’s every chance it’s not fondness as much as me getting on her nerves enough over the years to just call it.”

Davey smiled at her reassurance. “Let’s hope so,” he said, holding up crossed fingers. They’d been working hard for it already. It was only going to pick up now, but he felt oddly ready all the same. The work didn’t intimidate him; it rarely did, that was a Hufflepuff trait he embodied well, but there was something truly exciting to this. “So yeah, it takes away a bit, and let me tell you, I’d rather be there, but it’s worth it. This one is really, really worth it.”

He dropped back again, arm dramatically thrown over his eyes. “A something,” he repeated, intentionally vague this time and his wide, shit eating grin surrendering that much. It melted into something warmer, though, when he really thought about it, and there was where the problem lied. “A kind of jealous something fueled by this persistent feelings something.” He groaned and leaned forward, resting his chin on the knee pulled up to his chest and saying in no uncertain terms, “I have a crush that I would very much like to go away.”

“No!” She exclaimed, her eyes wide as she stared at her brother. She felt completely panicked, simply because she couldn’t stand the idea of Amos thinking that she liked him or something, which was definitely what was going to happen if he said something. But then she saw the look on Davey’s face and she knew that he was just teasing. “You are so mean,” she pouted, looking at him. “Well, i’m glad that you can enjoy your detentions, I can’t imagine having to clean bed pans. That sounds like a really awful job. And disgusting too,” she said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. She looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders. “I think that she likes you.”

Gladys would always support her brothers no matter what they did. So trying to cheer him up and make him see that this was the right move, that camp was going to work out was important to her. “I know that it’s going to be great,” she said, smiling. “You’re so good at Quidditch, and so is Emma. And she’s super organized, so that will make it smoother,” she said. “I know. You are going to make all those kids so happy,” she said. 

She shot him another look. “What does that even mean?” she practically whined. She wanted to know what it was that her brother was talking about, and what had happened between him and Dorcas. Personally, she had always wanted to see something happen between them, but she had never meddled, because their mother said that it was a bad idea. “Jealous? Feelings? Crush?” She asked excitedly. “Davey you have a crush on Dorcas!” She exclaimed, louder than she probably should have said so. “You need to do something!” 

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galvin-whoisleft:

Galvin gave a frustrated sigh and leaned—impatiently, even though it was the opposite of what he was trying for—against the bar of the Leaky Cauldron. The place was crowded, even for the typical after dinner crowd, and he hadn’t been able to so much as catch the bartender’s eye, much less put his order in. Tom, who was working as usual, seemed far more occupied conversing with old friends at the far end of the bartop and Galvin was heavily debating whether or not it’d be worth it to try and head over there. On the other hand, giving up his hard-won spot and awkwardly side-stepping through the crowd to get there didn’t seem very appealing, either.

He brought a hand to the bridge of his nose in frustration (the dim lights in here weren’t doing him any favors, headache-wise, after a long day) before he noticed, with an understated start, the fact that someone else had walked up in his blind spot and was no unexpectedly next to him.

“You can go ahead,” Galvin said, purely on instinct and without checking to see if he even knew the newcomer or not. He waved a hand forward genially, stepping back to make room for the person to take his spot closer to the bar. “I haven’t made any progress getting service. Maybe you’ll have better luck.”

Gladys and Florence were technically supposed to be at her house, having a sleepover. And it wasn’t that they weren’t sleeping there, it was that they had decided that they wanted ice cream from Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor, but Florence’s parents had insisted that they get dinner while they were there and not just ice cream, which was what had brought them to the Leaky Cauldron. It wasn’t fine dining, obviously, but neither of the girls cared very much about that, and they were hungry so it only seemed right that they would go there for dinner. They had managed to get a table towards the back of the pub, and they were just getting ready to finish eating when she realized that she needed another drink.

Getting up, she made her way over to the bar, hoping that she could get through the crowd. After all, all she wanted was some water, so she hoped that people would just let her through when they realized that it would take all of two seconds. Finally making it through the crowd, she realized that she was standing behind Galvin, and he hadn’t realized that she was there.

It was apparent that he didn’t realize that it was her when he spoke, and she had to smile. “Galvin?” She finally spoke up, “Fancy meeting you here,” she said. He looked stressed, which seemed to be his go to look these days. She was glad to see him out of the house, even if he was at a bar. “Are you here with someone?” She asked, a hopeful hint to her voice.

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savingdavey:

“G, come on,” Davey said, a bit of disbelief behind his grin. “The answer there is no, he probably would not tell your older brother if he didn’t like you, but I doubt he would have lied about it. He’d’ve said nothing if he wasn’t fond of you to some degree, yeah?” She had put him in a spot, no question, but his answer rang true. Dislike of siblings had to fall into the category of things best kept unsaid, but he had no reason to believe Amos fell into that category. There was no long play of small lies and comments going on in their dorm… he hoped. “I’m kidding. Embrace it. There are times that make it okay.” Being the terrible liar that he was meant he probably wasn’t the authority on it. “Who’s to say? Don’t remember doing it, but I don’t remember all my dreams. Very well could have happened.”

He shrugged, unable to come up with an answer himself having not really questioned it. “Merlin knows. Maybe I’ll ask her one of these days, but I’m sure she’d tell me there’s always an accident prone student that winds up in any number of detentions with her that she makes more bearable. Bless that woman, no hard cleaning duties unless she’s really cross with me.” Davey grinned over at her, glad to have Gladys to appreciate it just a little now that he was sitting here, truly okay and questionably better for it. This was far better than having a lecture every time, but he was still a few steps from trying it again. Usually praise brought him right back there, to the next thing. He didn’t care to dwell on it. “My claim to fame. There are certainly worse legacy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Davey wrapped his arms around one of the pillows, tucking it up under his chin and leaning forward a bit. “Just three days,” he admitted. “I wish it could be more, but I really want to get this one right.” He sighed and dropped back, pillow falling into his lap and his hands naturally finding the seams to pick at. “Nothing while we were studying. Nothing out of the ordinary, at least, worry is pretty par in the coup.” He scrunched his nose up for a moment, aware that didn’t quite roll off the tongue. “There may have been something, you know,” he gave some weird, wobbling motion of his hand that absolutely could not be tied to anything, but he wasn’t sold on the fact he wanted it to be yet, “kind of at the bonfire and after the bonfire and…” He trailed off and ran a hand over his face, embracing the momentary pressure. It could have been treated as a refresh, easy to go back on the vague and rambling explanation he’d given up until that point, but instead, he continued, not really doing either of them any favors. “Maybe a while before that? I don’t know. Exams were normal. I’ll take that.”

Gladys looked at her brother and then nodded her head. He was right. But why would she care if he didn’t like her anyways? But Gladys knew why it mattered, it was because he was cute, even though she wouldn’t tell her brother that. “I’m just being dumb, ignore me,” She said, looking at her brother and waving it off. It was true, she was being dumb, and anyways, none of this really mattered anyways. There was nothing that could be done about it if Amos didn’t like her, and she couldn’t change it anyways. Gladys looked at him and then rolled her eyes. “Okay,” she told him. “I will embrace it,” she told him. “But I still won’t believe you,” she said stubbornly.

She smiled at her brother as she looked at him. “Awww, she loves you, Davey,” she teased, even though she knew that it was definitely true. But then again, how could anyone not love Davey. If anyone said that they didn’t love him, than she would absolutely find offense to that. Well, if anyone said that they didn’t love either of her brothers, she would be very offended. “You would think that she would give you hard cleaning to try and keep you out of there,” she teased. Even though she had been so scared when it all happened, she was glad that she could sort of laugh at it now, and that it wasn’t as horrifying now as it was when it had happened. But she supposed that that was a normal reaction to something like that. “I think that your legacy is going to stay forever. Or at least for a very long time,” she agreed.

When Davey said that he was only going to be there for three days, she sighed. Sometimes it felt like her brothers were doing these amazing things, and she was getting stuck back while they moved ahead. Of course she was proud of both of them, but it was just...it sucked. But she would never say that to them. “I know,” she said. “But camps more important. You’re going to do great,” she said, supportively. When he said that something may have happened, she perked up, however. “What kind of something?” She asked curiously. There was something that may have happened and she didn’t know? Gladys always felt like she should be the first to know these things, being his sister, but she supposed that that wasn’t always fair. When he kept talking and didn’t say what that something was, she looked at him confused. “What kind of something?” she asked again. “I’m confused,” She admitted.

home again || gladys and davey

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bellatrix-whoisleft:

“Hm.” It was a wholly noncommittal and unsold acknowledgment of what she had said. While she was sure there had been little question of the matter, graduating had far from improved her patience over trivial matters like this. Oh no, she was just as inclined to poke and prod and see people squirm under a hard gaze alone. If anything, it was a nice bit of relief from her hard nights and the far higher stakes she faced there. Tormenting this girl in the bookstore, pointing out her clear misjudgments; it was almost too easy.

“You’re lucky it was only a book this time,” Bellatrix noted, making no move to help her get them despite one of them being only a couple feet from her. Let her come get it. “I’m sure you would have not done the same, at say, the Apothecary. Then again, if it was as stable as you thought, perhaps it is your observational skills that need honing as much as your judgment.”

Gladys felt nervous as she stood there. She wished that someone else would walk into the aisle to distract her from this conversation with Bellatrix. Or perhaps she would make it easier for her to slip out unnoticed and then Bellatrix would just forget that this conversation had ever happened in the first place. Either of those options seemed to be the best course of action, but as she looked to the side, she noticed that it seemed like nobody was around them, and she was completely on her own. 

“I...yeah, you’re probably right,” she said, as she picked up a book and then looked up, trying to decide the least embarrassing way to put the book back up on the shelf without making a bigger fool of herself. Gladys felt her cheeks turn a little bit pink as she spoke. “Well...um, of course I wouldn’t do that in an Apothecary...but this is a bookstore, and well, I didn’t expect them to fall down. I thought I could grab it quicker than I could.”

Books are Dangerous //

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benjy-whoisleft:

“Glad to hear it,” Benjy said. “A small bump will be gone in no time, and fortunately with me, there’s no need to worry about a dent in your pride. I have done things like this far too many times to count. I worked in a bookshop a couple summers, and it always seemed like a good idea to just reach for them and that almost never went my way.”

He looked down at the titles she held, unable to guess which one she’d actually been hoping for. “What are you reading?” he asked, genuinely interested. “I take it you weren’t trying to get this small avalanche of books.”

“Thanks Benjy,” she replied with a kind smile, appreciating his words. She thought that she appreciated them more than he might realize, really. “I wish that I bumped into you before I decided that i’m taller than I thought I was,” she said with a small laugh. “I’m sure that that’s pretty common in a book store, right?” She asked, imagining that a lot of people probably had run ins with the bookshelves.

When he asked what she was reading, she laughed and put the other books back and then showed him the book. “It’s a book about Herbology. Admittedly i’m not that great at it, but I was thinking that maybe I would try to get better,” she shrugged her shoulders. “And it looks kind of interesting.” 

Books are Dangerous //

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rabastan-lestrange-wil:

     Rabastan took a few spread out, staggered steps to slow himself down. Still riding high on the coattails of the festival, a group of them hadn’t yet made the full adjustment to the attitude needed for the more demure, refined garden party that awaited them. Caught in no-man’s-land between the two atmospheres, it didn’t take too long to find out that one of them had a Quaffle on them (a prize from one of the booth games early in the day) nor did it take long for a quick game of catch to turn into something more competitive, even if none of them had brooms. 

     The game was breaking off into segments now, just a couple of them left making dramatic tosses and sloppy catches as they each had a couple drinks between rounds. Possibly, they were all hoping the other would miss a catch and be the one to bring the game to its end. It was getting sunnier outdoors by the hour and most were ready to go join the more formal festivities. 

     After making his latest catch, Rabastan held the ball under his arm and slid to a surprisingly coordinated stop on the lawn. Noticing he’d stopped very near someone, he acknowledged the moment with a winning, sheepish smile and the air that maybe they should be grateful he’d been there to make the catch at all, lest the Quaffle go rouge and knock over an elf carrying refreshments. 

     “Scale of one to ten: if I tossed this to you right now, you think you’d be able to catch it?” Rabastan held the leather ball up for clarity.

Gladys had lost Florence around the Winged Horses, she had been too busy talking to one of the riders and she had gotten bored and decided to move on and find something else to do. Honestly, she had been a little bit surprised that her parents had let her go off on her own at all, but she supposed she was almost seventeen and Galvin was around here somewhere if she needed him. But she didn’t want to run into him, she wanted to be a grown up for once, and having to go to her big brother for help was remarkably not grown up. So she refused to go to him, she would figure it out by herself.

She had somehow gotten past all of the booths and was headed towards an open field when she stopped and saw a bunch of boys were playing with a Quaffle. She stopped and scanned the group to see if anyone that she knew was playing around, but she didn’t think that she saw anyone. It seemed to be a group of older boys, and she had been hoping to maybe see Regulus when she noticed that there seemed to be a high percentage of Slytherins, but she did not see him.

She was about to turn and go back to find Florence when she heard a voice. Turning her head, she saw Rabastan Lestrange and felt her cheeks turn slightly pink. Was he talking to her? But there didn’t seem to be anyone else around her, so he must be talking to her. Gladys realized that she had probably been quiet too long and shook her head. 

“Um, i’d say about a negative ten. I’m terrible with those things,” She said. Although...she had never played without a broom, she didn’t think that she would be any better at it being on the ground.

[ catch! ]