RP: And for this I had to wait all day?
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Constance Owlswick (NPC)
Location: Contego Terrace
Date: 29 April 2000
Status: Private
Summary: Draco finds a new tenant
Completion: Complete.
Draco came home after his apprenticeship with ap Hywel, practically whistling, with a bounce in his step. He'd managed to get the next day off so that he could pack for his weekend with Granger - it had required a lot of talking, a lot, and he thought that possibly ap Hywel had agreed to give him the weekend just to shut him up. "Any means", he muttered to himself, grinning. He didn't mind having to do a little bit of persuasion if it got him what he wanted.
Other than the argument he'd had to have with Lucifer over Nous' arrival early that day, an argument that had taken so long he'd barely had time to write Luna a response after taking another shower and changing clothes to get the owl feathers out of his hair and down the back of his shirt, his day had gone relatively well. Ap Hywel hadn't called him a dandelion-fluffed nitwit even once, and he'd managed to put a tweak in his monthly potion so that it tasted less like the bottom of a rotten log. Still tasted nasty as anything, but dealing with it was his only option until he could get the recipe working better. Granger would pull his entrails out through his nose if he refused to take it.
Or stop sleeping with him. Draco wasn't certain which was worse.
He flicked his cigarette into the street as he neared his building, slowing when he saw an old woman sitting on the front steps. She was surrounded by boxes and luggage, and she was cooing to a large toad sitting on her knees. The way she was dressed reminded him horribly of Trelawney, and he shuddered in relief when the woman looked up to him without those huge, bug-like glasses. She popped the toad onto her shoulder and pushed herself to her feet with the aid of a tall, gnarled cane.
"About time you came home, boy. Leaving an old woman out in the cold for hours, you should be ashamed of yourself. What would your mother say if she knew you were treating old ladies like this? Stop your gawping and open the door, here's my first month's rent, and you'd better have damn good plumbing since I likes me some prunes."
She spoke so rapidly, shoving an envelope into his hand, shaking a finger at his face and pounding her cane on the step, that he didn't have time to do anything but blink and stare. When the old woman finally paused for a breath, it took him a second to get his mind to catch up enough to speak. "I, um. Er, that is."
"Always this eloquent, are we? Get the door open, boy. And careful with those boxes, you break anything and I'm taking it out of the rent owed." She rattled the door handle and turned to give him such a baleful stare that Draco had leapt forward and opened the door before he'd even realized he'd moved. The woman stomped up the stairs towards the second floor, her cane pounding the steps hard enough to make him wince.
"I, um. I didn't catch your name?" He called up after her, brain latching onto anything that sounded even vaguely normal.
She stopped at the top of the stairs and peered over the railing at him. "Constance Owlswick, call me Granny Owlswick, everybody does. Boxes, boy!"
He grabbed one and cursed at the weight of it as he followed her upstairs and into the empty flat. At a loss for words or actions, he hovered behind her with the box, watching the toad stare at him from her shoulder as she surveyed the room. "Yep, yep, yep, Twig said you ran a decent building, I'll take it. Put that in the kitchen and fetch the rest."
Draco clung to the box like a lifeline. "Twig? Building?"
"Twig! Yon potions master you study with, fool of a boy but he straightened out right," she said, gesturing with her cane.
Twig? Ap Hywel? Draco boggled at what seemed to him to be a thoroughly inappropriate nickname for his rotund tutor, and Granny Owlswick thumped him in the toe of his boot with her cane.
"Boxes! Git!"
He'd brought another three boxes up before Granny Owlswick was far enough into unpacking that she had both hands full and couldn't threaten him with the cane again. Draco leaned against the wall, sucking in air, and managed to get out a question. "Bwuh?"
He never was at his best when surprised.
"Yon Malfoy sure is a skinny thing, isn't him?" Granny asked her toad. "Twig weren't joshing. But we'll feed him up, him and his skinny girlfriend what Twig says is a right pretty little picture if she'd do something about her hair."
"Excuse me, I like her hair."
"Shush, boy." The woman straightened up and appeared to take some pity on Draco. "Twig says you have places to let, we needs a place to live, and if Twig says you're a good egg, we'll trust his words for the nonce. Fetch whatever paperwork nonsense you want us to sign and have one of these while you're fetching." She shoved what looked like a boiled sweet into his hand and eyed him. "Eat."
Under that glare, he didn't have much choice. The Dark Lord hadn't had a stare that intense. Draco tentatively unwrapped the sweet and stuck it into his mouth. Eyes widening, he decided right then and there that the old woman could stay as long as she wanted. It was the best damned blood pop he'd ever had in his life. "Mmmph."
She popped him in the shin with her cane. "Boxes! Git!"
Draco got.
Location: Contego Terrace
Date: 29 April 2000
Status: Private
Summary: Draco finds a new tenant
Completion: Complete.
Draco came home after his apprenticeship with ap Hywel, practically whistling, with a bounce in his step. He'd managed to get the next day off so that he could pack for his weekend with Granger - it had required a lot of talking, a lot, and he thought that possibly ap Hywel had agreed to give him the weekend just to shut him up. "Any means", he muttered to himself, grinning. He didn't mind having to do a little bit of persuasion if it got him what he wanted.
Other than the argument he'd had to have with Lucifer over Nous' arrival early that day, an argument that had taken so long he'd barely had time to write Luna a response after taking another shower and changing clothes to get the owl feathers out of his hair and down the back of his shirt, his day had gone relatively well. Ap Hywel hadn't called him a dandelion-fluffed nitwit even once, and he'd managed to put a tweak in his monthly potion so that it tasted less like the bottom of a rotten log. Still tasted nasty as anything, but dealing with it was his only option until he could get the recipe working better. Granger would pull his entrails out through his nose if he refused to take it.
Or stop sleeping with him. Draco wasn't certain which was worse.
He flicked his cigarette into the street as he neared his building, slowing when he saw an old woman sitting on the front steps. She was surrounded by boxes and luggage, and she was cooing to a large toad sitting on her knees. The way she was dressed reminded him horribly of Trelawney, and he shuddered in relief when the woman looked up to him without those huge, bug-like glasses. She popped the toad onto her shoulder and pushed herself to her feet with the aid of a tall, gnarled cane.
"About time you came home, boy. Leaving an old woman out in the cold for hours, you should be ashamed of yourself. What would your mother say if she knew you were treating old ladies like this? Stop your gawping and open the door, here's my first month's rent, and you'd better have damn good plumbing since I likes me some prunes."
She spoke so rapidly, shoving an envelope into his hand, shaking a finger at his face and pounding her cane on the step, that he didn't have time to do anything but blink and stare. When the old woman finally paused for a breath, it took him a second to get his mind to catch up enough to speak. "I, um. Er, that is."
"Always this eloquent, are we? Get the door open, boy. And careful with those boxes, you break anything and I'm taking it out of the rent owed." She rattled the door handle and turned to give him such a baleful stare that Draco had leapt forward and opened the door before he'd even realized he'd moved. The woman stomped up the stairs towards the second floor, her cane pounding the steps hard enough to make him wince.
"I, um. I didn't catch your name?" He called up after her, brain latching onto anything that sounded even vaguely normal.
She stopped at the top of the stairs and peered over the railing at him. "Constance Owlswick, call me Granny Owlswick, everybody does. Boxes, boy!"
He grabbed one and cursed at the weight of it as he followed her upstairs and into the empty flat. At a loss for words or actions, he hovered behind her with the box, watching the toad stare at him from her shoulder as she surveyed the room. "Yep, yep, yep, Twig said you ran a decent building, I'll take it. Put that in the kitchen and fetch the rest."
Draco clung to the box like a lifeline. "Twig? Building?"
"Twig! Yon potions master you study with, fool of a boy but he straightened out right," she said, gesturing with her cane.
Twig? Ap Hywel? Draco boggled at what seemed to him to be a thoroughly inappropriate nickname for his rotund tutor, and Granny Owlswick thumped him in the toe of his boot with her cane.
"Boxes! Git!"
He'd brought another three boxes up before Granny Owlswick was far enough into unpacking that she had both hands full and couldn't threaten him with the cane again. Draco leaned against the wall, sucking in air, and managed to get out a question. "Bwuh?"
He never was at his best when surprised.
"Yon Malfoy sure is a skinny thing, isn't him?" Granny asked her toad. "Twig weren't joshing. But we'll feed him up, him and his skinny girlfriend what Twig says is a right pretty little picture if she'd do something about her hair."
"Excuse me, I like her hair."
"Shush, boy." The woman straightened up and appeared to take some pity on Draco. "Twig says you have places to let, we needs a place to live, and if Twig says you're a good egg, we'll trust his words for the nonce. Fetch whatever paperwork nonsense you want us to sign and have one of these while you're fetching." She shoved what looked like a boiled sweet into his hand and eyed him. "Eat."
Under that glare, he didn't have much choice. The Dark Lord hadn't had a stare that intense. Draco tentatively unwrapped the sweet and stuck it into his mouth. Eyes widening, he decided right then and there that the old woman could stay as long as she wanted. It was the best damned blood pop he'd ever had in his life. "Mmmph."
She popped him in the shin with her cane. "Boxes! Git!"
Draco got.