RP: Making Lemonade
Date: December 29, 2004
Characters: Gilderoy Lockhart, Knobby, possibly Avery
Location: Bedroom at the Gildery Shoppe
Status: Private
Summary: Gilderoy goes through bit of an inner monologue, and re-evaluates where he stands in the world..
Completion: Incomplete
Gilderoy woke to the sound of a breakfast tray being set down next to them on the bedside table. Julian was still curled up in his arms, snuggled into his chest and shoulder. Staring down at the sleeping face of the man, he wasn’t lost on the improbability of this whole situation. Here was a man with an admittedly dubious past, who had not only given himself completely to him, but was reaching out to help others without a thought to the implications or consequences to his own character.
Inwardly, Gilderoy wondered if his master plan would work out. Perhaps these people really didn’t want to be wizards and witches. Most of them were content to dress and live like Muggles.
But no, it was unacceptable for Gilderoy. Quite unacceptable, and he was sure there were others who would find it so, as well. This place that was establishing itself was not a true wizarding community. It was a Muggle community that lacked muggles, and only had wizarding folk living in it.
Something had to be done about that. Unfortunately, capital was scarce, and sales were not good. How could he have misjudged it so much?
Well, there was one other thing he could do.
He could write.
The manuscript still sat there in his closet, wrapped up in paper and twine. It wouldn’t take much to finish it - adding in a bit at the end about losing his memory on that last mission, and his process of recovery taking him through the war into a new community. He would just have to do it. Now, the wizarding community wasn’t likely to buy his books like they had before. He was a hero before. Now he was - well, something else. Perhaps those who knew him well on an individual basis knew he was a hero, but too many long-time fans had stopped writing him. Too many people gave him looks of derision and mockery as he passed them on the streets. No, things were not the same.
But he could bring on a new age of prosperity and glory days.
And the Muggle World was where he would have to do it, much to his own chagrin. He could make money, garner fame, and find a new fanbase over there. Hopefully it would be enough.
He gently set Julian’s head down on the pillow and sat up in bed. He summoned his robe and put that on, then lifted the lid on the breakfast tray. In addition to the milky tea, there were sausages, eggs, toast with blackberry jam, orange slices, and a small custard cake for each of them. Knobby really was amazing.
Grabbing a piece of toast and a cup of tea and headed over to his writing desk. He summoned his manuscript, brought out his quill and ink, and began making changes.
Characters: Gilderoy Lockhart, Knobby, possibly Avery
Location: Bedroom at the Gildery Shoppe
Status: Private
Summary: Gilderoy goes through bit of an inner monologue, and re-evaluates where he stands in the world..
Completion: Incomplete
Gilderoy woke to the sound of a breakfast tray being set down next to them on the bedside table. Julian was still curled up in his arms, snuggled into his chest and shoulder. Staring down at the sleeping face of the man, he wasn’t lost on the improbability of this whole situation. Here was a man with an admittedly dubious past, who had not only given himself completely to him, but was reaching out to help others without a thought to the implications or consequences to his own character.
Inwardly, Gilderoy wondered if his master plan would work out. Perhaps these people really didn’t want to be wizards and witches. Most of them were content to dress and live like Muggles.
But no, it was unacceptable for Gilderoy. Quite unacceptable, and he was sure there were others who would find it so, as well. This place that was establishing itself was not a true wizarding community. It was a Muggle community that lacked muggles, and only had wizarding folk living in it.
Something had to be done about that. Unfortunately, capital was scarce, and sales were not good. How could he have misjudged it so much?
Well, there was one other thing he could do.
He could write.
The manuscript still sat there in his closet, wrapped up in paper and twine. It wouldn’t take much to finish it - adding in a bit at the end about losing his memory on that last mission, and his process of recovery taking him through the war into a new community. He would just have to do it. Now, the wizarding community wasn’t likely to buy his books like they had before. He was a hero before. Now he was - well, something else. Perhaps those who knew him well on an individual basis knew he was a hero, but too many long-time fans had stopped writing him. Too many people gave him looks of derision and mockery as he passed them on the streets. No, things were not the same.
But he could bring on a new age of prosperity and glory days.
And the Muggle World was where he would have to do it, much to his own chagrin. He could make money, garner fame, and find a new fanbase over there. Hopefully it would be enough.
He gently set Julian’s head down on the pillow and sat up in bed. He summoned his robe and put that on, then lifted the lid on the breakfast tray. In addition to the milky tea, there were sausages, eggs, toast with blackberry jam, orange slices, and a small custard cake for each of them. Knobby really was amazing.
Grabbing a piece of toast and a cup of tea and headed over to his writing desk. He summoned his manuscript, brought out his quill and ink, and began making changes.