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

Comments

[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 took the quill back then separated the papers into those for Ginny and those for the clinic. He watched with a grin as she spoke with her new cat.

"He must have been taking lessons from Shadow," he said. "She prefers to sit on my shoulder. And here is your copy of his papers."

"Not a problem," he said, shaking her hand. "I won't."

[shh_slughorn]

"No grindylows, Mister Goyle?" said Horace. "What a shame. As I was just saying, their spleens are getting really expensive, if they were breeding here maybe it would be possible to start selling our own. It could be a nice source of income for the town."

He smiled benignly at Greg as he finished dressing, and said "And nice to meet you again, Mister Goyle. If you do find any Grindylows eventually do please let me know."

[shh_slughorn]

"That's a shame," said Horace, "the Canadians have started charging a fortune for grindylow spleen, if we could get them breeding here it could be quite a lucrative business." He turned his attention to Greg for a moment and added "Aren't you rather cold, Mister Goyle?"

"I'm well enough," He said to Romilda, "not getting any younger of course, but there's not much I can do about that. And how about yourself?"

[shh_romilda]

Romilda tried to hide her giggle when the professor asked Greg if he was a little cold. Of course, Romilda thought grindylows were only good as potions ingredients, and made a note of the fact that they were now expensive. She would have to tell Fred and George, if they didn't know that already.

She nodded and smiled when he spoke of his health. At his enquiry, she gave him a genuine smile. "Oh, I can't complain," she said, patting her hand over her belly. "Just when I thought I was busy enough, I am going to be run off my feet in a few months with another baby."

The opportunity to talk to the professor came around so rarely, and she missed listening to his conversations. "You will have to come around for tea one day, professor - preferably before the baby is born." She was hopeful that he would accept her offer.

[shh_slughorn]

"Congratulations," said Horace, wracking his brains for the name of her husband? boyfriend? and failing miserably. "Any idea yet if it'll be a girl or a boy?"

"That's very kind of you, if you're feeling up to it," said Horace. "Or you could come to my house, of course, I'm sure that Retcon would be delighted to make something special. He must get bored with just me in the house."