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RP: To the victors belong the spoils

Jul 07, 2007 23:11

Date: 7 July 2005
Characters: Arabella Figg, many others (will add later)
Location: Stoatshead Hill Quidditch pitch
Status: Semi-private (open to all pairs from the end of the BBBB race)
Summary: The racers and the people whose bonnet they captured have their own picnics around the Quidditch pitch (or elsewhere if they wish)
Completion: Incomplete ( Read more... )

justin finch-fletchley, caradoc dearborn, ron weasley, constance montgomery, alicia spinnet, dennis creevey, lavender brown, oliver wood, vincent crabbe, kingsley shacklebolt, katie bell, marietta edgecombe, july 2005, ginny weasley, place: quidditch pitch, dean thomas, arabella figg, padma patil, marcus flint, greg goyle, orla quirke

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shh_ginny July 8 2007, 07:30:53 UTC

Casting a quick freshening charm, Ginny retied her ponytail and tugged her black Henley into place, blushing lightly as she realized it'd ridden up during the course of the race. Tying the bright yellow bandana around the end of her broom, Ginny slung it over her shoulder as she approached the basket area of the grounds, unsure of what to do next as the fliers hadn't really given too much away - understandably so since it would have ruined the surprise of it all. She figured the basket people would either tell her or the bandana owner would seek her out ( ... )

shh_greg July 8 2007, 07:43:21 UTC

Greg had made his way over to the finish line and was just looking to see who had grabbed his bandanna when a young boy tugged on his shirt and asked him where the Beater skills test area was. Greg pointed him in the right direction then looked around when Ginny walked over, his bandanna tied to the end of her broom.

He smiled at her with surprise and delight. "Yes, it is." Then he paused and continued drolly, "What gave me away?"

"Great flying by the way. It looked a bit crazy up there at times." He hefted the basket he was holding. "Um... shall we find somewhere to eat? To the victor the spoils and all that."

He hoped that she was willing to have lunch with him. They'd gotten along really well so far and he thought this might be a lot of fun. He refused to think about how pleased he was that she had grabbed his bandanna.

shh_ginny July 8 2007, 07:57:54 UTC

She smiled and gave a soft laugh at his humor, winking at him. "Oh, I think the 'bow wow' on the bandanna was a small clue. Regular kismet."

"Thanks but I can't take all the credit. This new broom practically flys itself." Ginny blushed lightly and nodded, glancing around. "Yes, please, let's... ummm... I'll let you lead the way, I can't see a bloody thing down here. There was a little area off to the side of the pitch that looked like a good place for a picnic... just there."

She touched his arm and pointed in the general direction, delighted that it was someone she knew that she'd 'won' as she truly enjoyed the wizard's company, even a bit moreso than she was comfortable admitting to herself.

shh_greg July 8 2007, 08:13:29 UTC

"Well, it was the only clean one I had," Greg said with a grin. "And reminded me that I need to do my laundry tomorrow."

He eyed the broom with interest. "Really? Is it a new one? Mine's pretty old and I could do with a replacement."

He peered over the crowd in the direction she'd indicated, trying not to think about the little thrill he'd gotten when she'd touched his arm. If he thought about this, he was going to do something stupid and make it all awkward so he was better off just relaxing and enjoying himself.

"Oh, yeah, I see what you mean," he said, catching sight of the area she was talking about. "It's this way."

He indicated a clear path through the crowd with his broom and started walking.

shh_ginny July 8 2007, 08:41:48 UTC

"Sod on! That's what I was forgetting! There goes my nice relaxing Sunday morning doing laundry." Ginny remembered at his prompting, returning his grin.

"Yes, Angelina Johnson has a broom shoppe in town and she made this one. She won't tell me who sent it to me but it's a right nice piece of work and I'm sure she could fix you up nicely." Setting her broom on her shoulder, she followed him through the crowd away from the basket and bonnet area into a nice clearing.

Spotting a nice shade tree just off to the side, she said. "How about there? We can people-watch without being trampled. I'm terribly curious to know what's in that basket, Mr. Greg. I didn't even know you could cook. A man of hidden talents, I see." She teased slyly.

shh_greg July 8 2007, 09:17:45 UTC

Greg laughed. "Don't you hate it when the mundane gets in the way of relaxation."

He raised an eyebrow. "Nice gift. I'll have to drop in and see what she can do for me. This is the broom my parents gave me for my sixteenth birthday. It's a good one but it's a bit old now."

He nodded when she suggested the tree over to one side. "Looks good to me." He led the way over there and put his broom and bat down near the tree. He put the basket down as well and opened it, pulling out the rug he'd put in.

"Voila!" he said with a grin, laying down the rug. "It's not a picnic without a rug to sit on." He waited until she had sat down then joined her, pulling the basket over to him.

"Well, I can cook a bit. Jalo insisted that we learn so that when we left we didn't end up starving to death." He grinned then looked a little uncertain. "I hope you'll like what's in here. I made some of the traditional Finnish food I enjoyed."

He pulled out the first container and opened it, revealing small bits of adorned crispbread that he offered to her. " ( ... )

shh_ginny July 8 2007, 09:42:09 UTC

"I do! It's so... inconvenient." She joked, laughing with him ( ... )

shh_greg July 8 2007, 10:08:07 UTC

Greg laughed. "That was one thing I missed when I moved to Finland. No more house elves. I had to do my own chores. I didn't at first but Jalo was pretty creative with the punishments if you neglected things like that. Basically you got to do all the dirty work around the clinic. I learned pretty quickly ( ... )

shh_ginny July 8 2007, 10:46:17 UTC

"Ah, see, we never had house elves to begin with. Mum always claimed she'd rather do it herself. It took a bit of adjusting to when I started at Hogwarts and, to be honest, they still haven't grown on me. When I ran into Professor Slughorn last, he tried to convince me to take one in but I just... well, it's a little bloody creepy thinking of one of them roaming around my house when I'm sleeping, you know?" She gave him a lop-sided smile and shrug. "Not that I have anything against them, I don't. You might owl him, actually, about one. I'm sure that'd be a great help around the shelter ( ... )

shh_greg July 8 2007, 11:12:54 UTC

"You get used to them after a while," Greg said with a shrug. "I grew up with them." He nodded thoughtfully at the idea of using a house elf or two around the shelter. It probably would help. He grimaced. "I could probably use some of the house elves from home but... I'm not actually sure of the legalities of whether its mine or not. The head house elf came to me when Father died but I'm not sure if the Ministry made any decrees about the property of Death Eaters ( ... )

shh_ginny July 8 2007, 11:53:58 UTC

"My brother, Percy, works for the Ministry. You could owl him about the property but I did't think that elves could be reassigned by anyone but their Master. I mean, I'm sure you know more about them than I do but I, err..." She was thinking of Grimmauld Place and that awful little elf, Kreacher. "thought they had to do what the next in the blood line wanted ( ... )

shh_greg July 8 2007, 12:24:16 UTC

"I might do that," Greg said thoughtfully. "I hate the place but if it's mine, I guess I should take responsibility for it ( ... )

shh_ginny July 8 2007, 12:50:11 UTC

"If you hate the place, you could always sell it or donate it to the Ministry. Unless you have, you know, other family that might want to take if over. Sometimes memories just... well, hurt, even if they are good ones." Ginny answered absently, her thoughts very far from the picnic in that moment ( ... )

shh_greg July 8 2007, 22:56:44 UTC

Greg shrugged. "I haven't even read Mum and Father's wills or any of the family stuff. I'll have to do that before I can do anything with the hulk." He snorted and looked slightly amused. "I have a pretty good idea Mum will want me to keep it, make it into something worthwhile. Change the bad memories to good ones. All that sort of thing."

He looked over at Ginny and smiled shyly. "Yeah, I'm enjoying myself," he said, knowing he was talking more about the picnic than the rest of the day.

"I mostly do the basics when it comes to cooking," he said as he took one of the vegetable rolls. "I can cook more fancy food but it takes a time and energy that I usually don't have after work."

He laughed. "Well, I think anybody would chew on something being shoved down their throat," he said with a laugh. "And cows do bite if they're annoyed enough though they kick more than they bite. Horses will bite more readily. And yeah, bites and scratches and pretty much par for the course. That and getting peed on."

shh_ginny July 9 2007, 07:09:18 UTC

"I'm glad you are," She said, returning his smile and vainly willing the color in her cheeks not to rise even as she felt her cheeks warm.

You are flirting... with the vet! With Greg Goyle! And blushing!

'I am not flirting. Not even a little.'

Blushing...

'Hush.'

She shook her head, replying. "I've a friend who fancy cooks, sends me left-overs. That's about the extent of it for me. Even if I had time, I just don't have the inclination. I mean, it's just me so why bother, right? And no, the cat doesn't count in that."

"Ah yes, the good ol' days of... well... Friday. Bites, scratches..." She sighed and laughed. "At least you have the novelty of having patients that can't hex you. My first week in Incurables, polka dots. All. Over. And I do mean... All over. Big. Pink. Polka. Dots."

shh_greg July 9 2007, 09:08:34 UTC

Greg blushed a little himself at her response then he abruptly cleared his throat and turned to rummage in the basket again. Was she flirting with him? Was he flirting with her? Actually he thought he might be... and he was fairly sure he liked it.

Well... that was interesting. And good... he thought... as long as she thought it was good. And she seemed to. Okay... he really needed to stop that or he was going to start stammering.

He pulled out a larger container this time then fished into the basket for a couple of plates, fork and knives and a sharp knife.

"Okay, this is an interesting one," he said with a grin. He opened the container to reveal a largish oval-shaped loaf of bread. "This is called kalakukko. It's a traditional dish and it's bsically a rye loaf with fish, pork and bacon cooked inside. It even has a traditional way of eating it ( ... )

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