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shh_travers in stoatshead_hill

RP: This looks familiar.

Feb 28, 2007 22:26

Date: February 28th, 2005
Characters: Willis Travers, Vincent Crabbe
Location: Streets of Stoatshead Hill
Status: Semi-Public (it being an open street, and all)
Summary: Willis is wandering, runs into a Mr. Crabbe. HRM.
Completion: Complete

( You remind me of someone, boy. )

willis travers, february 2005, place: streets of shh, vincent crabbe

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shh_vincent March 1 2007, 04:23:05 UTC

Vincent had been at Roma again for dinner. He refused to become dependent on the place, but cooking would be an unimitigated disaster - and when it came right down to it, he refused to try - so unfortunately that left very few options in town. He had been disappointed, not to run into anyone he had used to know, but that was what happened when left it up to chance, rather than actively seeking people out ( ... )

shh_travers March 1 2007, 04:38:31 UTC

In an instant, he was annoyed again. The hell? The hell'd this kid think he was doing? Talking to him like that... He'd seen the kid coming, sort of, and he didn't like the look of him.

Willis had been in a decent mood. He'd been accommodating, making nice more than was his norm. It wasn't as if he'd been the one running into people. He'd been thinking about something, yeah, and it hadn't been about running into anyone (not that it wouldn't be funny, but he had something better to think about). And he didn't like kids like that, the ones that thought they were worlds above the rest, walking in their own fucking world. Some days, he'd take it. Let 'em go, maybe make a snide remark. But, damnit, this one...

Fuck, he didn't know. Something clicked, there, and it was enough to call a different action, and one that felt right enough. Turning sharply, he grabbed at the kid's arm, sneering suddenly.

"You want to watch where you're walking, boy."

shh_vincent March 1 2007, 04:50:30 UTC

Vincent was tempted to pull out his wand at that point and hex the man into oblivion, but he calmed his temper, firmly pulling his arm from the man's grasp. "You might want to try bathing some time, old man," he returned, frostily, straightening his coat.

He had no desire to get into a brawl in the middle of the street with some riff-raff, but that didn't mean he was going to let the man get away with grabbing him unchecked, although the other man seemed to be spoiling for a fight.

Not checking his urge to sneer, he turned again to go, saying again with false politeness, "If you'll excuse me?"

shh_travers March 1 2007, 04:59:59 UTC

"What'd you just say to me?" That sealed it. Yeah, this was one of 'em.

Willis wasn't going to bother with the particulars of the kid's insult, but it'd been there, all too obvious. The hell was this kid to go on with this sort of talk? Anyone who thought he could get away with that so easily was dead fucking wrong.

And then Willis laughed, short and loud, though he didn't smile. Kid thought he was funny, didn't he? "You ain't leaving just yet, not when you're going to be looking like that." He made a warning of his voice; whether the kid listened or not--probably not, not the way he was--Willis was going to make his point. Whatever the hell it was.

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shh_vincent March 1 2007, 22:25:35 UTC

Vincent paused at the other man's statement, turning slowly around again to face him. "I am nothing like my father," he spat, staring daggers at the other man. He had been about to leave when he had heard the statement, not just seeming like drunken rambling. Well, not entirely drunken rambling at the very least. "Nothing." He had been careful about that, oh so careful about that, not to become the dismail failure his old man was. And, he had tried to look little like him either - he had no aspirations to be compared to that fat old man ( ... )

shh_travers March 1 2007, 22:34:03 UTC

Willis sniffed, blinked. That had gone well. Better than he might have expected, had he bothered to give it further thought. Kid apparently was none too pleased by the connection, and Willis couldn't half blame him. If he remembered rightly, Crabbe'd been one to grub a bit too much for approval from others, and who the hell wanted to be doing that?

"You sure about that?" He raised his eyebrows, then laughed. "Hell if I'd want to know him again, anyhow, and I'm not sure you sound much better."

He doubted that knowing his own name'd help any, but what the hell. "I'd be Willis Travers." The boy should know the name, but then again, so should the others, and too many of 'em seemed ignorant. A damned shame, that was.

shh_vincent March 2 2007, 01:59:40 UTC

Willis hadn't confirmed the way he knew Crabbe Sr., but Vincent was willing to assume it was through mutual status as death eaters. His father had as much pride as the next man, illogically though he sometimes expressed it bowing down to Voldemort's every whim, and would have never associated with someone like Travers for any other purpose ( ... )

shh_travers March 2 2007, 02:18:12 UTC

He snorted at the mention of this cause, or whatever the hell it was. He'd heard enough of it, sure, but what of it? That'd never been the point, not for him. "That's a real shame, see, 'cause your father and I were real close, and I was hoping you'd be just the same." That was too much, there. He laughed again. Camaraderie was a hell of a funny thought, especially given the sort they'd all been. Himself included, sure ( ... )

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