. ✧ . * . ⌜ sohan pague, twenty-three, trans-male, he/they / who are you, really? by mikky ekko + always standing three strides back and one to the side, learning to speak through pigments on canvas, & finding your own family despite guilt to retain the name ⌟ hey, have you met GREGORY GOYLE yet? the PUREBLOOD is a FIFTH YEAR at hogwarts and are a SLYTHERIN. makes sense given they tend to be a bit CRAFTY and INFLUENCED. it seems the death of the boy who lived has placed them on the DARK side of the looming war. let’s just hope they make it out alive.
tw: familial expectations/obligations, drinking/alcohol mention, potential alcohol abuse, death mention
full name: gregory godlet goyle
date of birth: october 22nd
star sign: libra
place of birth: cambridgeshire, england
family: martyn goyle (father), moreen TBD (mother)
sexual orientation: queer. explaining his sexuality beyond that feels like a chore, and also not anyone's business. having already put so much out himself out there, greg is exhausted by the idea of explaining himself beyond need.
religion: ashiest.
tattoos: none yet.
style: a pair of tried and true black trousers, several silver rings along a fist, button-ups worn as jackets, doc martens, earth-colored basic tees, hems hitting at the ankle, patterned socks put on full display, worn-in denim jackets, wool jumpers, and an aged grey tweed overcoat nicked from his grandfather's closet.
eyeing your distorted reflection in the puddle of a rainstorm, always standing three strides back and one to the side, becoming numb to the T's stamped across test papers, black ink staining the side of your dominant hand, always casting a look to the side, the heel of your hand pressed so hard against your eye you swear it'll leave a bruise, a black cat providing your only bit of luck, learning to speak through pigments on canvas, inheriting your grandfather's name and his taste for bourbon, screaming below the surface of the black lake in competition with thunder, tripping on untied laces, a specific kind of comfort being in the dark, & finding your own family despite guilt to retain the name.
gregory goyle was born into a wealthy— though far from the wealthiest— pureblood family. his name wasn't gregory goyle then but that name hardly matters anymore. he's been gregory ever since coming out as trans at the age of sixteen. it had been a journey to get to that point, a lot of time spent battling the potential reactions and rejections in his head. coming from a traditional family, safe to say his parents were one of the scariest audiences
greg doesn't even remember what he'd said, mostly just remembers how his legs were shaking and how he couldn't stop playing with his fingers. he counted himself lucky that his parents accepted it, though that in itself might be an overstatement. they doesn't fully get it in truth. it seems the part martyn latched onto was that he now had a son, and therefore a legacy. a new weight for gregory to bear; and just when he'd thought he might get to breathe a little easier.
in a way, that might be why they latched onto being one of draco's shadows. it felt like the right thing to do, an expected pureblood course for him to chart, without having to take the lead himself. he could simply follow the leader and save himself a bit of stress.
well more stress. there really was no escaping that, especially not with his academic abilities. he'd found that he was somewhat decent at charms and passable (mostly) at defense against the dark arts... oh, but the rest. it's a punch of P's, D's, & T's. some of his classes he's only made it through by the help of some classmates, and then some with some less above-board assistance.
greg found that he did better away from books. like first year! he did bloody well in flying. why couldn't they have more years with that?! and, honestly, he'd done alright with the hands on stuff with magical creatures... it just wasn't his thing. greg had his one dealing with the hippogriff and was all set. he'll keep to his cat, moxie, thanks.
unfortunate it's not a class, and unfortunate goyle tends not to share any of his work with people, but he's a good artist. it was an activity that started as a habit, picked up on the edges of his notes when the lecture gave him a headache— that's when he'd start scratching away with his quill. little sketches turned to full papers, turned to journals filled front to back. there's an art club at hogwarts, but it's something they don't attend regularly, and when he does he's either sneaking in late or slipping out early. [ooc: if you are familiar with this guy/this gag, he's similar].
has always loved the rain, specifically thunderstorms since they were a little kid. if he overthought it, maybe it's because greg liked how it could get loud and shake out his thoughts, or that it felt good to know the universe wanted to scream too. but the light, easy, usual answer was that it felt fucking good just to go out in the middle of it. to run through puddles. to kick and stomp. you could be a kid in the rain. so any storm that comes, be prepared to see gregory out there.
just joined the quidditch team this year as a beater. he's not the most accurate and can be outsmarted, but when he connects, it does hurt.
goyle used to have a bit more heft to him. he'd started shedding the weight the day potter turned up dead. unlike the majority of his classmates, he'd gotten clued in sometime during the summer about the why, not the how. coming from a death eater family, the concept of voldemort being back was supposed to be a good thing. maybe eventually he'd feel that but first and foremost, what gregory goyle felt was stress. merlin, this was going to be another arduous journey for him to go on, wasn't it? as the weight of this new reality settled upon him this past summer, goyle lost nearly three stone. the clothes that used to cling tight now hang loose, shrinking a once formidable figure. funny what a harsh sense of mortality will do.
aside from swinging a beater's bat and dirtying his hands and parchment with ink, goyle has taken to unwinding with a drink. his grandfather started sharing his love for bourbon with gregory a good few years back, but this summer he'd broken out some of the very best. they had things to celebrate, of course. gregory learned quickly that he's knocked it back too fast, that he was meant to savor it. so he learned the proper way. still didn't mean that itch wasn't inside him every time, wanting to just knock it back and quick grab another. the stress definitely goes away easier that way.
... still figuring out more. any gaps/questions, feel free to ask!!
general connection ideas: friends outside of his core trio, ex-friends, pseudo siblings, childhood/family friends, classmates, teammates, ex-teammates, exes, fwb, one night stand, one-sided crush, old crush, enemy, annoyance, drinking buddy, someone he runs into at the kitchens, an art buddy, bad influence, good influence, extended fam, tutors… others that i cannot think of
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