RP: Daddy, meet Greg
Date: October 15, 1998
Characters: Greg Goyle, Luna Lovegood, Xeno Lovegood [NPC]
Location: The Lovegood home
Status: Private
Summary: Greg comes to escort Luna to the ball.
Completion: Complete
Luna stood in her bathroom, twirling in front of the mirror. The dress stopped a few inches below her knees, but the gauzy, spangled material that laid atop the white fabric reached her ankles, allowing her black stockings to peek out a bit. She quite liked the effect it made. She looked at the clips she had made, which were now spread across the counter in a sparkly mess. She didn’t often have the chance to make such sparkly, girly things, but she thought they’d look nice in her hair, and began to twist sections of hair up and clip them to her head with the handmade pins.
Her dad walked by then, smiling at her through the open door of the bathroom. It wasn’t often he came up to her floor, so she smiled back, brightly, through the mirror, her hair half-up. “You left your shoes downstairs,” he said simply, setting the black ballerina-type shoes on the counter beside her clips. “Those are lovely, did you make them youself, Lunabird? You look so beautiful,” he smiled at her again, the smile she recognized that meant he was proud of her. She nodded. He coughed a bit. “Just like your mother,” and wandered off again. Luna wondered if those were tears she saw, but wasn’t worried- they were usually happy tears, when he had that smile on his face. She hummed happily and returned to her clipping.
“Lunabird, your friend is here,” he called a few moments later, from downstairs, and she listened to hear Greg introducing himself and her dad inviting him in for a cup of tea. She sat on the toilet to wrap the ribbons of her shoes around her ankles, checking herself one more time in the mirror. Her face looked fresh and pale like it usually did in the winter, and she pinched her cheeks like her mum taught her years ago, to make them look a bit rosier. “You’ll never need make up or potions, Luna, they're just a lie anyway,” she’d told her, and Luna happened to agree. She skipped down the stairs, then, to find Greg and her daddy having a stilted conversation at the kitchen table.
“Hello, Greg, you look very dashing,” she said, honestly, looking him over. She felt her cheeks warm up, and realized she didn’t really need to pinch them anyway. She idly touched the star-shaped leaf earrings that she’d made, and remembered that she’d made pins for Greg and her dad to match. “Oh! I’ll be right back,” she said, and hurried back up the stairs to retrieve the pins.
She hurried back down, enjoying the way her dress flounced around her legs- so much more room for movement than robes- and returned to see Greg and Dad waiting for her and smiled happily. Two of her favorite men, looking at her like that. She approached her dad first, pinning the leaf pin to his lapel. “Just because you’re working doesn’t mean you don’t have to be festive. Those robes are quite nice,” she said, patting the black star-leaf on his chest when she was done, and then moved on to Greg.
She smiled up at him, having to reach up a bit to reach his lapel. The cream-colored star-leaf that matched her earrings and flashed occasionally looked quite nice with his brown suit, and she pricked herself with the pin twice before finally getting it on right, she was just that excited. “There. Do you like it? It matches,” she showed him her earrings, dangling behind a few strands of hair.
Characters: Greg Goyle, Luna Lovegood, Xeno Lovegood [NPC]
Location: The Lovegood home
Status: Private
Summary: Greg comes to escort Luna to the ball.
Completion: Complete
Luna stood in her bathroom, twirling in front of the mirror. The dress stopped a few inches below her knees, but the gauzy, spangled material that laid atop the white fabric reached her ankles, allowing her black stockings to peek out a bit. She quite liked the effect it made. She looked at the clips she had made, which were now spread across the counter in a sparkly mess. She didn’t often have the chance to make such sparkly, girly things, but she thought they’d look nice in her hair, and began to twist sections of hair up and clip them to her head with the handmade pins.
Her dad walked by then, smiling at her through the open door of the bathroom. It wasn’t often he came up to her floor, so she smiled back, brightly, through the mirror, her hair half-up. “You left your shoes downstairs,” he said simply, setting the black ballerina-type shoes on the counter beside her clips. “Those are lovely, did you make them youself, Lunabird? You look so beautiful,” he smiled at her again, the smile she recognized that meant he was proud of her. She nodded. He coughed a bit. “Just like your mother,” and wandered off again. Luna wondered if those were tears she saw, but wasn’t worried- they were usually happy tears, when he had that smile on his face. She hummed happily and returned to her clipping.
“Lunabird, your friend is here,” he called a few moments later, from downstairs, and she listened to hear Greg introducing himself and her dad inviting him in for a cup of tea. She sat on the toilet to wrap the ribbons of her shoes around her ankles, checking herself one more time in the mirror. Her face looked fresh and pale like it usually did in the winter, and she pinched her cheeks like her mum taught her years ago, to make them look a bit rosier. “You’ll never need make up or potions, Luna, they're just a lie anyway,” she’d told her, and Luna happened to agree. She skipped down the stairs, then, to find Greg and her daddy having a stilted conversation at the kitchen table.
“Hello, Greg, you look very dashing,” she said, honestly, looking him over. She felt her cheeks warm up, and realized she didn’t really need to pinch them anyway. She idly touched the star-shaped leaf earrings that she’d made, and remembered that she’d made pins for Greg and her dad to match. “Oh! I’ll be right back,” she said, and hurried back up the stairs to retrieve the pins.
She hurried back down, enjoying the way her dress flounced around her legs- so much more room for movement than robes- and returned to see Greg and Dad waiting for her and smiled happily. Two of her favorite men, looking at her like that. She approached her dad first, pinning the leaf pin to his lapel. “Just because you’re working doesn’t mean you don’t have to be festive. Those robes are quite nice,” she said, patting the black star-leaf on his chest when she was done, and then moved on to Greg.
She smiled up at him, having to reach up a bit to reach his lapel. The cream-colored star-leaf that matched her earrings and flashed occasionally looked quite nice with his brown suit, and she pricked herself with the pin twice before finally getting it on right, she was just that excited. “There. Do you like it? It matches,” she showed him her earrings, dangling behind a few strands of hair.