who: open
where: diagon alley
time: early evening
Gregory Goyle grunted under his breath, his long black coat collar was pulled up high above his neck and tucked right underneath the stubble on his chin. Gregory was in a rather sour mood, but hell, when was he not? If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. This one had been the fault of the secretary’s though. She was new, and perhaps he should have cut her some slack at the office, but honestly! Scheduling two executions on the same day at the same time didn’t make for great customer service. Nor was he pleased with the way she had handled it. Apologizing profusely! Was she serious? If it had been him, he would have blamed it on the new secretary, which he did, mind you. It had been Gregory’s fault all along. He had scheduled them purposely at the same time just to see what the new girl had got going on for her. No guts, no nerve, nothing. A boring little blonde with nothing much going on in her head. Gregory had thought perhaps he’d give her a pity shag if she was up for it, but she had really turned him off and wasn’t even worth that. She cried after Gregory yelled at her and was unconsolable for the rest of the day, which was why Gregory was in such a foul mood. She had left early for the day because she was having a “nervous breakdown” as she so-called put it. Gregory was left to pick up where she had left off, which involved a lot of paperwork and more double scheduling on his part.
To no one’s surprised, Gregory fairly enjoyed his job. Killing creatures of all sorts because of something or another, such as biting a child (probably deserved it) or a pet (just asking for it) or being wild and uncontrollable (Gregory’s favorite type). His father on the other hand felt it was an embarrassment to the Goyle name, as if Gregory was collecting garbage instead of killing it. During the Holidays, his father often lied to their family about his son’s occupation, saying he worked for the Ministry instead. Liked anyone really believed that. Gregory was as dumb as they came, it wasn’t like they really believed that lie away, but they smiled and humor Gregory’s father, for he had a temper just as bad as his son’s. He really hated the Holidays and most of the time refused to come home, unless his mother asked begged really nicely. This past Holiday wasn’t any different. He was just glad to be out of there and with no Holiday coming in sight.
The man shuffled his feet, moving between the crowd in Diagon Alley. This wasn’t his typical normal hang out spot, but it was the quickest way back to his shabby little flat. He felt as witches and wizards shoved pasted him and away from Knockturn Alley. Their hats pulled over their eyes making everyone look faceless in the crowd. It was rather cold for a March day, but he supposed the sun wasn’t really out this time of year. The snow fell heavily on them as they pushed passed each other. Shoulders brushing shoulders when he felt someone give him a hard shove. Gregory stopped in his tracks, taken back by the brute force. He looked up from his feet, whipping his head towards the direction of the person who had hit him.
“Oi! Watch where ya goin’!” He shouted to the crowd not sure who it was that knocked into him. He glanced around, his eyes darting from person to person. The group looked up at him shock from the sudden outburst. Gregory sneered at everyone staring at him in surprised. The man returned their stares with glaring eyes. “Whatcha lookin’ at?” He asked with a forceful grunt to a group of elderly witches. The group shook their heads, eyes darting away from the pissed off man. He turned back around stopping in his tracks in front of a familiar face.
“Oi, it’s you,” Gregory muttered between closed lips.
Oliver was in a particularly good mood, though it wasn't very often that he wasn't in a good mood. The morning was spent on his broom at practice, which always seemed to wash away any worries he had. He absolutely loved flying, always had ever since his first flying lesson back at Hogwarts. After practice he headed back home, spending his afternoon relaxing with a cocktail and a book. Though he quickly grew bored and wanted some social interaction, so he headed down to Diagon Alley to see if he could find somebody to bother.
He spotted Gregory almost instantly, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Everybody else was chattering with smiles spread on their faces while he looked absolutely miserable amongst them. Pushing himself from the wall he was leaning against, Oliver made his way through the crowd, trying to grab Goyle's attention before somebody else bumped into him. He could see the anger take over his features instantly, which made him chuckle softly. Shaking his head as he overheard him shouting at the older women near him, Oliver pushed his way through the rest of the crowd between them, stopping short just in front of Goyle.
"You, my friend, look like you could use a drink." He greeted, a grin still plastered across his lips. "C'mon, Knockturn Alley is right there, we can go to The White Wyvern, would probably be good for you to have some peace and quiet, yeah?"
