RP: Out for a walk and thinking
Date: 26 September 2005
Characters: Gilderoy, Whoever might be around
Location: Streets of Stoatshead Hill
Status: Public
Summary: Gilderoy's wandering and thinking and wondering what he should do
Completion: Incomplete
Oh, it really was a lovely day. Such a day was meant to be taken seriously in Gilderoy's book. The shop would, of course, remain open, but he'd make sure to take his time in getting there, and once there, he would endeavour to work outside as much as possible.
After all, it was already autumn, and it wouldn't be long before it was far too chilly to effectively work outside. On such a day, he was actually tempted to go out to the Ingleheart farm and see how his animal darlings were doing. He also thought about John and how he was faring back in school again.
Most of his thoughts, however, were of Julian. Of the forge, and how he seemed to be working well with things again. How all of the little things seemed to be coming together again. And in that respect, Gilderoy's efforts to correct his jealousy, his hasty decision-making, and his frustration with sharing the attention had gone unnoticed. Well, it was, perhaps, hard to notice such things since it was so much easier to notice the bad stuff.
He'd spent the night in Julian's flat again. It irked him a little to have to say those things; "Julian's Flat" or "My Home." The distinction about who owned which place was yet another wedge in Gilderoy's mind. They didn't really have a place that belonged to the both of them. There was nowhere they could go that wasn't either one person's or the other persons - with a guest in the house.
Georges made it abundantly clear that the flat did not belong to Gilderoy. He'd already hidden at least two of Gilderoy's shoes, and one of his favorite silk scarves. In addition to that, the beast made the absolute rudest noises around him when Julian was not around, and if there was any hint at intimacy in public places (like the sofa downstairs, the hallway, the dinner table, the bedroom with the door open), he would do his best to make it clear that he belonged to Julian, as well.
Julian seemed to think the creature was charming and smart.
Gilderoy thought the creature would look better as a throw rug.
Myffles seemed to think the horrible beast was warm and cuddly.
At any rate, none of those problems would affect him this morning. It was a lovely day, and with the exception of the few mud puddles here and there from the rains during the past week, the town seemed perfect.
Characters: Gilderoy, Whoever might be around
Location: Streets of Stoatshead Hill
Status: Public
Summary: Gilderoy's wandering and thinking and wondering what he should do
Completion: Incomplete
Oh, it really was a lovely day. Such a day was meant to be taken seriously in Gilderoy's book. The shop would, of course, remain open, but he'd make sure to take his time in getting there, and once there, he would endeavour to work outside as much as possible.
After all, it was already autumn, and it wouldn't be long before it was far too chilly to effectively work outside. On such a day, he was actually tempted to go out to the Ingleheart farm and see how his animal darlings were doing. He also thought about John and how he was faring back in school again.
Most of his thoughts, however, were of Julian. Of the forge, and how he seemed to be working well with things again. How all of the little things seemed to be coming together again. And in that respect, Gilderoy's efforts to correct his jealousy, his hasty decision-making, and his frustration with sharing the attention had gone unnoticed. Well, it was, perhaps, hard to notice such things since it was so much easier to notice the bad stuff.
He'd spent the night in Julian's flat again. It irked him a little to have to say those things; "Julian's Flat" or "My Home." The distinction about who owned which place was yet another wedge in Gilderoy's mind. They didn't really have a place that belonged to the both of them. There was nowhere they could go that wasn't either one person's or the other persons - with a guest in the house.
Georges made it abundantly clear that the flat did not belong to Gilderoy. He'd already hidden at least two of Gilderoy's shoes, and one of his favorite silk scarves. In addition to that, the beast made the absolute rudest noises around him when Julian was not around, and if there was any hint at intimacy in public places (like the sofa downstairs, the hallway, the dinner table, the bedroom with the door open), he would do his best to make it clear that he belonged to Julian, as well.
Julian seemed to think the creature was charming and smart.
Gilderoy thought the creature would look better as a throw rug.
Myffles seemed to think the horrible beast was warm and cuddly.
At any rate, none of those problems would affect him this morning. It was a lovely day, and with the exception of the few mud puddles here and there from the rains during the past week, the town seemed perfect.