Gabriel Greengrass

Is Typhoid Mary as an overly dramatic single dad Quartus Bellum

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A joyful snort escaped Mary without her even thinking of the consequences; she couldn’t help it, though. Gabriel had a way of making her smile, even before the war. She was sure he wouldn’t know her with the charms, but it was funny how people could fall back into old habits so easily. Just like that.

“Well, I feel as though you make a wonderful father,” she said. “I know we’ve just met, and all, but a sense of humor is helpful in handling children. A boring toddler would be worse, anyways. I know the saying is children should be seen not heard, but I disagree. Children are who know exactly what to say.”

Another laugh and Mary couldn’t stop herself. “I will try to shoot for almost caught, then,” she said. “And if you’d like, I can make sure to… booze up a couple of people. For entertainment’s sake, of course.”

“Ah, you are charmed.” Gabriel grinned at her and leaned over, busing her on her cheek without asking--after all, she was the help, she was laughing, what was there to ask for? “Thats is exactly all I could hope for.”

He would have to look her up later, after the party--tips, while uncommon, could be added for exemplary service... and suggesting she shag the hostess and ply the guests until drunk was certainly that.

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Mary was not quite sure how to blend in in this culture, although she was trying equally as hard not to be herself. She was not used to pushing her own feelings down for the sake of getting her way. But she did know that if she were to succeed tonight then she would need to be careful and not being herself was the most careful she could be.

“I could never tell anyone no if they asked for more drinks,” Mary said, honestly. Although, she didn’t think that deviated too far from her character’s persona. “Ah, yes, her poor, poor husband. Being left behind to rot and live a life alone. Pity, really, that this rich man has such a horrid wife.” She was teasing and closely on the line of berating, but she made sure to keep the smile on her face, eyes light, hoping he wouldn’t notice. 

“Oh, do you?” she asked, head tilting. “And how is it, then. Being a father? I rather hope it’s not dull.”

“I’ve been reasonably informed that any toddler is never boring but mine is probably less-so.” Gabriel grinned, a proud parent who might have pulled out photos if he hadn’t forgotten them in his other robes. Or any robes, really. “But I’m new to it.”

The ribbing around Nott and his wife was amusing, perhaps skirting the line of propriety but Gabriel liked that sort of thing. He was more likely to talk to Narcissa about it then anyone who would care and he wouldn’t remember this woman’s name. Perfectly safe.

“Well,” He said after a moment, already distracted by someone walking by, laughing a bit too loudly to be proper. “Just try not to be caught in their marriage bed...but almost caught is okay.”

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padfootism‌:

Well, blow him down: a hand up his skirt.

Sirius generally gave it a few drinks and a bad mood to move things along this fast, but hey, beggars; choosers. He adopted what he hoped was a slightly offended expression, not one of repressed intrigue, and gingerly lifted up his outer robe. He felt rather than saw the thin cotton give just a little; when the stranger tugged again, the underskirt came loose just enough to help staunch the blood. Merlin’s balls. What a night.

“Damp,” he answered, before remembering he was undercover, and adding with a touch of defiance: “And more than a touch confused. Does this happen at all of your parties?” Sirius was hoping to imply he was a foreign witch, or at least some disgustingly wealthy recluse roused to curiosity at the new state of their world. The name Greengrass wound languidly through his mind. As they watched each other, Sirius flicked through his mental collection of faces.

Trouble was, until recently he’d had a fairly good grasp on the state of the pureblood world, mainly because he was only ruddy well related to half of them. With Voldemort’s ascension came a new wave of joyless hopefuls, all vying for position in a society that would sooner swallow them whole.

“Well, no.” Gabriel, introductions completed, took his hand back and pressed the under skirt more firmly against his chest. No one else was bleeding this much, he could tell, and that was mildly embarrassing. Not that he could do anything more then he already had by commandeering something to staunch it. 

“So, Ms. Damp, is it?” Or was that commenting on the introduction? He tried smiling regardless. “And, no.” He repeated and then, with a touch of amusement added, “Typically guests are drunker by this point at one of my parties but only a limited style of drink were accepted by the hosts. At least they didn’t insist it had to be a dry party.”

None of that was likely to be considered proper --if the looks the woman was giving him were anything to go by. But, then again, his mother would have never given her underskirt to anyone--much less a stranger bleeding from a strange wound. 

Speaking of, he sighed and pulled the skirt away from his skin, “This really is ruined, please give your address to a house elf and I’ll send you another.” He paused, frowning down at the mark, “Does this look like a phoenix to you?” A slightly misshapen one, to be sure but even still...

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padfootism‌:

This was starting to get interesting.

Sirius first reaction (delight; watching the inner circle get their due was too sweet to pass up) was swiftly replaced with a calm understanding that no matter what happened, they had their mission; they had a goal. Instead of drinking in the savage pleasure he derived from the so-called elite fainting, fanning themselves, or otherwise pulling out wands as if this were a duel and not a garden party, Sirius tightened his throat, breathing tightly, his nostrils flaring with the effort to remain stoic. 

The key to blending in was being the center of attention. That was one of Moody’s pretty sayings. Of course, Sirius didn’t fancy drawing too much attention to himself, given his unlucky status as a fugitive and general enemy of the state, but he could certainly play along.

Taking up his skirts in one hand, Sirius turned on one heel to push through the growing crowd. Overhead lights dappled the scene with duplicitous charm: all around him people were craning their necks, murmuring in fear to one another, wide-eyed and nervous as house elves. Sirius’ eyes flashed over a faceless sea – and paused.

Striding forward, as if recently departed from the thick of it, Sirius gripped the stranger’s sleeve in feigned panic.

“What’s going on?” His charmed voice rang with confusion. “What’s happened?”

Then he noticed the blood.

Sirius snatched his hand away. Fuck! he thought angrily. What were the chances? There wasn’t a flicker of anger in his expression as he looked up at the stranger, although he bit hard down on his tongue to stay in character.

“You’re hurt,” he stated dumbly. “How did –”

Gabriel didn’t know this woman and therefore he made the assumption tat she did not matter. Gabriel himself knew that in the pecking order of social standing, even before the fire, he barely mattered life moved in that direction. 

So he acted accordingly when he did not recognize this face but did recognize the sound of some lovely underskirts to some particularly nice robes. Yes, at any other time he might have been complimenting them or trying to dig a bit for some information on who she was but... 

“I don’t know!” He snapped, relieved that his voice didn’t tremble too much, that his heart was already starting to slow from the shock of it. 

“Here, give me.” The pain was dulling to a throb  but he was still bleeding, still going to bleed if he didn’t do something sooner then later. He knelt, reached over, and grabbed the edge of her underskirt and gave it a sharp tug. “Just--uh. Step out? I know this is the worst introduction. I’ll pay for it.” The Malfoys would, anyway. 

It was belated, and possibly due to sudden blood loss but halfway up this woman’s skirts Gabriel paused, leaned back even as he didn’t lessen his hold on the undergarments, and offered a hand. “I’m sorry,” He said. “Gabriel Greengrass, and you?”

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asphodelroot‌:

Perfect. Let him think her a dully uninterested participant, not even observing the things around her. Another lifetime, Lily might have tried to turn the tables, wring information out of him instead. But in this lifetime, Lily didn’t need information. She had a goal, and a straightforward plan to achieve it which relied more on opportunity and cunning than knowledge. 

It also relied on not being sent to the kitchen. “I’m fine, sir. Just trying to keep quiet and out of people’s way,” she said firmly. “Not overwhelmed at all.” 

Gabriel turned his attention back to her, curious again but only just. It was a strange thing--someone going from all but screaming go away, don’t talk to me to being firm about sticking around. 

“No, I think you best take a break.” Perhaps she was attempting to catch the eye of someone with more clout in this party. That would be a pity since even f she managed to bed someone, they’d never put a ring on it. “Go on.”

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After Sexually Harassing Guests

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Narcissa raised an eyebrow – not judging; just speculating. “Is that a promise?” she asked, smirking. Marcus McKinnon was hardly an appropriate sort of guest to have stay at the house – but he was a member of the Silent Daggers, and one whom Narcissa in particular was eager to get to know better…or at least, to interrogate about certain personal details that overlapped somewhat with her own situation. Bringing him in as a plaything for Gabriel would be a perfect excuse to stop – well, not to stop the gossips, but to misdirect them.

The Malfoys never worried about stopping gossip; they just liked to control the theme.

Of course, that would only work if said gossip had groundwork to build from… Narcissa scanned the garden idly, as though looking for nothing in particular, but she was: Marcus, of course. This dull, dreary, drudging party might be a perfect vessel to start that gossip off, if Gabriel was amenable – and he certainly seemed it!

Dragged somewhat abruptly to a different topic (was Gabriel drunk? Or just too eager to share salacious details to care about a proper conversational segue? Really it hardly mattered) Narcissa needed a moment (but only one) to put her thoughts on a different track. Once she did, she had to giggle, although she drew her face into a horrified grimace at the same time. “Blonde, yes, but without standards, no. Really Gabriel,” she gave him a mock-glare over the rim of her glass, “how do you expect me to keep anything in my stomach when you make such dreadful comparisons?” She shook her head and laughed. “I would sooner snog the Dark Lord himself than Alexander Nott!”

Oh dear. Perhaps she was a bit drunk, too.

“Oh, so you haven’t heard.” Gabriel couldn’t help the way his smile crept a little wider across his face. “Because, of course, I would never suggest you would be intimate with Alexander. You have standards.”

Which, in so far as Gabriel had been able to ascertain, began and ended with pretty. Pretty was subjective but Gabriel had yet to see Narcissa Malfoy truly warm to anyone who was not, to one view or another, pretty. Pretty, and knowing when to agree with whom in the marriage bed, was how he kept his own bed--a separate one from the Malfoy’s but that was perfectly alright with him.

“His wife.” Gabriel continued, scanning the rest of the party as he relaxed into the sofa. “I presume even you agree out of the pair she is the better choice if you’re going in for a kiss.” Though kissing was probably the least of it. “They say,” he continued in a stage whisper. “She’s already got a woman on the side a blonde.” He gave Narcissa another little speculative look out of the corner of his eye before he started to laugh. “So I, of course, had to ask the most attractive blonde at the party. Mrs. Nott must have taste now that she has money.”

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After Sexually Harassing Guests

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Narcissa’s grueling night improved with the sudden and not-entirely-proper arrival of Gabriel Greengrass. She smiled at his kiss and gave a slightly more hurried than gracious wave to invite him to join her on the drab wrought-iron bench alongside a cascade of weeping petunias. (Not really did have no taste in flowers. She ought to lend him Lucius to revamp his garden – only she didn’t like Nott, so she would never make such a suggestion in earnest.) She had been toying with the idea of retrieving a headache potion – not that her head exactly ached but the whole night felt so stuffy – but she expected her new houseguest would serve as tonic enough.

His salutations and request had her laughing like the drink-spiking girl he referenced. “Oh if only I did, pet. But I fear that Alexander Nott is far too renowned for his dullness for little old me to dare interfere.” Cissy’s eyes twinkled like razored icicles. “And it’s far too early in the night for assassinations. You know it’s unfashionable to set those before ten, and I refuse to believe you would ever be so gauche on purpose.”

A snap of her fingers – to summon an elf or a servant, it was all very much the same to her – and a tray of drinks materialized at her shoulder. Narcissa helped herself to two and handed one to Gabriel, not paying much attention to the contents beyond the fizzing lilac color. She could drink anything if it was purple…even plumsnake brandy, although the sickly-sweet aftertaste was hardly her favorite.

“Please tell me you’ve gotten up to something scandalous tonight?” she begged and took a sip. “I need some cheerful story to carry me through the tedium of the evening and I would be devastated to discover you of all people had let me down.”

“Oh just about what you would expect.” Gabriel made himself comfortable, spinning a drink between his fingers with a careless sort of shrug. “Chatting up the help, seeing how far I could wind-up Marcus. Really, dear, you should invite him to stay over--it would be exceptionally entertaining for you, I’m sure.”

It was entertaining for him. Sure he had no expectation of romance or flowers (or fucking for that matter) but it was all very fun to see. What might happen next, how might he respond?

The Malfoy’s were fun, too, but it was all more choreographed.

“You have heard about Mrs. Nott, of course.” He grinned a little wickedly. “And, you know, you are blonde.”

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If Mary had been drinking something, she may have spit it out in Gabriel’s face. She couldn’t stop the laugh that now bubbled from her lips at his candidness, though. “Well, the world might be a bit more honest if that were the case,” she said. “Or full of sass. Whichever compliment you prefer.”

Mary was not quite sure how to blend in in this culture, although she was trying equally as hard not to be herself. She was not used to pushing her own feelings down for the sake of getting her way. But she did know that if she were to succeed tonight then she would need to be careful and not being herself was the most careful she could be.

“I could never tell anyone no if they asked for more drinks,” Mary said, honestly. Although, she didn’t think that deviated too far from her character’s persona. “Ah, yes, her poor, poor husband. Being left behind to rot and live a life alone. Pity, really, that this rich man has such a horrid wife.” She was teasing and closely on the line of berating, but she made sure to keep the smile on her face, eyes light, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“More drinks, and other things like them, are what make parties like this bearable.” Gabriel confided with a mock whisper. “But I’m afraid nothing will fully save this one.” There just wasn’t... any fun to it. Not even the terrible fun of some of the truly... One Army style parties. Gabriel didn’t entirely care for them (he liked blood out of his shoes) but at least they kept him engaged.

“I’m sure we will see a newspaper printed with Nott’s tears any day now.” He continued, although he suspected if Nott found out about his wife i was more likely to be printed in blood. If Gabriel was right about things as is. “Really, in the end, the only one who loses out would be his kid. I have one, did you know?” He took another shrimp, vaguely considering the spread of party goers moving around the space.

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That was the whole point,having the perfect vantage and going unnoticed. A point one he was putting in jeopardy. “I’m just trying to do my job, without getting into any trouble,” she said gently as she racked her brains for the mental dossier on the man. Gabriel Greengrass. Pureblood, of course, the party planner for this whole shindig. The survivor of some big attack on a magical community. Accusations had flown every which way, of course, but nothing proveable. (What really was proveable these days?) Something of the Malfoy’s current pet, along with some kid he’d adopted asa well. 

     “I’d prefer to stay unnoticed. Especially with people like Bellatrix Lestrange around,” she added, playing the part of nervous servant well aware of their place in the pecking order. And their own dispose ability. 

“Unnoticed but not using the vantage point for use.” Gabriel tisked quietly under his breath. “Might not be the best party for you over all, then.”

That was disappointing, Gabriel rather liked to dig a few little thoughts from those who milled about less-noticed. But not all attempts to find information--valid or not--were fruitful. "Well, if you end up feeling overwhelmed there is always kitchen work to be done.”

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It was no surprise later, closer to midnight then not, that Gabriel was feeling stuffy. The party was put on by Nott, after all. Nott wouldn’t know a decent party if it bit him on the arse and without Mrs. Nott it probably would have had an ending time of ten-thirty.

Which, really, would have been a blessing at this point. 

Sure the food was good, and there were plenty of drinks, but it was all so... one note. At least if the party was at the Malfoy estate Gabriel would have found other ways of making the party...interesting (in socially acceptable ways, of course).

He needed some water, maybe. Or just a quick walk in the gardens. Or...

Gabriel Greengrass had experienced many needles in his life and more than his share of potions (much to his frustration). This was neither. It cut his skin and burned through his robes (and he liked those robes!) The shriek probably would have put his son’s ear-piercing shouts to shame. The following, “What is it, what is so my chest?” No less reverberating around the room.

All Greengrasses tended to bleed heavy with the lightest of pricks. Gabriel bled like he was lightly carved along the shape of a rising phoenix. Which meant he wasn’t the only one screaming soon enough.

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“Narcissa, darling.” Gabriel was the height of impropriety when he kissed her on the temple, perhaps a little overly friendly but he had been busy all day and then drinking. He deserved a little over friendliness. Not that he hadn’t been already. With Marcus. With Servers.

He didn’t expect to cash in on any of those interactions, of course, but the initial actions were enough. “Tell me that you have something delightful and awful planned?” He lowered his voice, making certain that he moved so no one would catch all his words as he spoke. “A dramatic interlude? An assassination? It can be mine if this is all the event is going to be.”

He considered, “We could channel childhood memories and spike something.”

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daggermckinnon‌:

Marcus opened his mouth but nothing came out. Conversations with Gabriel were always on the unpredictable side, but Marcus could say with complete honesty that when he was getting ready for the night, the last thing he expected to happen was this. How was he supposed to answer such a direct question? Did he want the qualifications? It wasn’t a burning desire, but Marcus could certainly see the appeal.

“Just stating fact,” he said quietly, shrugging one shoulder. “But would it be so wrong if I did? Purely hypothetically, obviously. Is it so bad to admit I’m not completely opposed to the idea?“

Marcus could feel heat rising in his cheeks. He had an imagination too, and right now it was running wild. Nerves pounded through his body. Not because he actually wanted anything though, except maybe to laugh it off. He might not go as far as to call Gabriel a friend (Marcus didn’t have friends anymore, just Marlene and a bunch of people he’d either lost or felt indebted to), but he didn’t want to put Gabriel off either. 

“It deserves it. You asked, I answered. Let’s leave it at that, shall we?” And with that, Marcus drained the Giddy Pop, grimacing from the onslaught of bubbles in his throat. 

“Well,” Gabriel made sure to lean forward so that his nose bumped Marcus’ mop of hair. He lowered his voice, better for gossips--worse for Marcus who had a hand brush against his shoulders. “Yours wouldn’t be the first cock in my hand--or...otherwise. So could it be wrong if its not wrong to you?”

He kissed Marcus on the cheek, resting his lips there a beat too long to be casual and resisting the urge to kiss him properly for the stammers and potential discomfort. When he drew away it was to sweep up a champagne flute of his own and wink at the server. 

“Feel free to ask Narcissa for my room if you were honest.” He grinned, now more than a foot away. “But try not to get it wrong, Ansel hasn’t taken to strangers.”

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daggermckinnon‌:

Perhaps if he what? Marcus wasn’t sure he’d heard it at first, and Gabriel just kept on talking, while Marcus’ thoughts stumbled over each other in his head. So he took the glass and held it to his lips; slowly took a sip. The action hid the smile creeping onto his face, or at least he hoped it did. He cleared his throat. “You recall?”

Marcus was… intrigued? Maybe? He didn’t know what to call it. But just hearing it said aloud that Gabriel was staying with the Malfoys reminded Marcus he needed to be careful. What had the Malfoys gotten from him in return for a place in the Daggers? What did Marcus stand to lose if he upset the wrong person? Something told Marcus that wouldn’t happen though; that he would always be on the losing end of any conflict with these people. Gabriel’s flattery was working. Too well.  

“Are we really going to talk about my legs and your tongue?” He lowered his voice just slightly. Marcus wanted to be known for something other than the brutal murders of his family, no question, but he still valued his privacy regarding certain matters. Apparently, this conversation with Gabriel was one of them. It was already difficult keeping his eyes from lingering where they shouldn’t. “Fine. Whatever. But when it comes to your tongue and the praise it deserves…” Marcus swirled the contents of his glass, holding a breath. “I guess I lack the qualifications to judge.” But if Gabriel’s skill with words was anything to go by…

“We were in the same house and, besides, I have imagination.” Gabriel assured Marcus with off-handed fluidity that bore no more comment. It didn’t matter, he had said what he had said. 

Which possibly made the latter part of the conversation worse. Marcus, lowered his voice and Gabriel’s grin widened, “Well, its better then talking about my tongue on your legs, isn’t it?” Of course, Marcus had continued at that time, which just made the entire conversation even more bemusing. “Mr. McKinnon, are you suggesting you want the qualifications to judge?”

It was unfair to bait Marcus. Marcus was young--and no matter how a massacre aged someone, it didn’t age them in this direction. Well, unless they were like Gabriel, who might have thrown himself in a number of beds since his own situation. Possible, but no. Not this one.