RP: It’s Possible I’m Completely Barmy

[shh_greg]

Date: 28 June 2005
Character(s): Greg Goyle, Anyone
Location: The river near the Shelter
Status: Public
Summary: After his conversation with Mandy, Greg checks out the state of the river.
Completion: InComplete

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[shh_romilda]

Romilda had been keeping her back ache at bay by walking. The longer she stood and kept moving, the longer the pain stayed away. She had taken to walking along the river early of a morning. This morning she was coming back from the bakery to pick up some fresh bread. She wanted the boys to have some nice fresh toast and marmalade for breakfast

[shh_greg]

Greg shook water out of his hair as he got out of the river then looked up with surprise when he heard someone speak. He stared at the woman... the pregnant woman, his startled brain informed him... for a long moment, a slow blush creeping up his cheeks as he realised he was standing around in nothing but a pair of bathers.

"I... er... well, I'm fine. Kind of cold... but... uh, fine," he stammered, not really sure where to look and rather desperately wanting to either cover up or hide. "I'm... er, the vet. I was... just checking it out. Er, the river, that is. For... um, Grindylows."

He made himself stop babbling and blushed even more, feeling like a complete fool. Why was it that he could handle anything that came his way in the clinic with ease but get him even one foot outside the door and he turned into a bumbling idiot?

[shh_romilda]

Romilda watched the fellow step out of the river, and shake the water from his hair. When he finally looked up at her, she saw his eyes drop to her belly. It was quickly followed by his stammering and the look of discomfort. He wasn't wearing much - only a small pair of swimming trunks, but she couldn't help the smirk on her face

[shh_ginny]

Crossing the bridge on her way to the shelter, Ginny was reading and dictating notes to the quill and parchment hovering beside her. It was a brilliant loaner from Healer Asklepion who'd complained about the legibility of her handwriting, chiding her when she explained her habit of reading, writing and walking. Her voice trailed off when she heard voices as she came around the bend, "... the use of dragon's blood precludes..."

Seeing a very wet, nearly naked Greg and Romilda holding out a towel to hi, she blushed lightly. "Err, sorry. I was just, umm, heading to the shelter. Is everything alright?"

[shh_greg]

Greg swallowed hard and looked between Romilda and Ginny, his blush deepening. He was rather devoutly wishing for the ground to open up underneath him. It hadn't been this bad when Terry and Ben had come across him at the pond but that's because Terry was a bloke. Not that he didn't like blokes... there were those nights back in Finland when he... but he preferred women... mostly... except when... he quickly stopped thinking about that... and stopped thinking about the liking women bit as well. It definitely wasn't going to help with the current situation.

"Ginny! Uh... hi," he said with surprise then he quickly took the towel from Romilda, wrapping it around his waist which made him feel a little bit better. Not much but a little

[shh_ginny]

Just when she didn't think he could possibly blush deeper, he did and Ginny caught her bottom lip between her teeth in an effort to stifle the chuckle that threatened to escape her. She'd no idea why he was embarrassed or what he'd have to be embarrassed about - it wasn't as if she were completely immune to a nearly naked, fit bloke but she did grow up with six brothers.

Tilting her head to the side, she realized she'd interrupted their conversation. "Grindylows? Oh, I hadn't even thought to watch out for them in the river."

Gentle scratching made her realize the silly quoting quill was still working and, with a blush of her own, she flicked her wand at it to stop it. "Oops, sorry about that. Forgot the bloody thing was there."

"I didn't mean to interrupt so I'll leave you two in peace. I was just going to stop by the shelter to see if there might be... well, something that might like me." She stammered weakly, gesturing down the road toward the shelter and taking a step away.

[shh_romilda]

Romilda was holding out the towel to the man when she heard another voice. Looking over her shoulder, she turned and saw Ginny Weasley