Galvin Gudgeon

[florencespeaks-blog]

The Gudgeon House [08/1978, Galvin]

[florencespeaks-blog]

Well you, I’d presume. And I will never, willingly, so when else will I celebrate? Who would marry Davey? And Gladys… well, you might get off the hook if Gladys marries before you, her ceremony will probably be extravagant enough for a lifetime. My point is, don’t lose touch. You’e become like… a brother to me. If you don’t mind my saying. I want you to know that I care a lot about you, and just because I wont be around doesn’t mean I’m not thinking of you. You were always more kind than you needed to be to me in school, I’ll never forget it. 

[seeking-galvin]

Woah, Flo, no. Married? Soon? No. We only just started going out properly. Definitely not thinking about marriage. No. And Gladys is never getting married, so. You might have to go make friends with some of those fancy purebloods - least a wedding is guaranteed there.  [grins at her, slightly embarrassed by what she's saying] Nah, Flo. You go alright. Only ever done what a decent person would do. 

[florencespeaks-blog]

The Gudgeon House [08/1978, Galvin]

[florencespeaks-blog]

I’ll always be happy to see you. And to catch up. Especially if you bloody yourself up in some match, I want to hear from your mouth that you’re alive and well. No newspaper business. [She tries to smile.] And I don’t want to be left out of the wedding invitations either. 

[seeking-galvin]

Ah, well. That's alright then. Will do my best. [pauses part way through chewing, swallowing heavily] Wedding? Whose getting married, then?

[florencespeaks-blog]

The Gudgeon House [08/1978, Galvin]

[florencespeaks-blog]

Well, why not? [She sighs, frustrated, but she’s determined to smile. This wasn’t supposed to come out this way- not to Galvin.] You sound like Xenophilius. As if I haven’t thought through every possible outcome, every possible option. This is what I want. I’m just worried my closest friends wont understand. I don’t want to hurt anyone. 

[seeking-galvin]

Yeah, well. Might be a pretty relevant worry because pretty sure I don't get it. Do we still get to catch up in the muggle world, or is it once you're out, you're done for good?

[florencespeaks-blog]

The Gudgeon House [08/1978, Galvin]

[florencespeaks-blog]

Don’t say us all- I’m not saying I wont be up for an owl but I can’t have one foot in this world and one in the other. Both here is impossible so where does that leave me? Alive. And in the muggle world. I don’t want to upset him while he doesn’t have to be upset- will you just promise?

[seeking-galvin]

Already told you, not gonna promise that. You don't reckon you can live in the muggle and magical world at the same time? 

[seeking-galvin]

Gudgeon Camping Trip || Mid July

[gladly-gladys-blog]

And you’ll let me talk to them?

[seeking-galvin]

Gonna have to say yes to get a friendship bracelet, aren't I?

[seeking-galvin]

Gudgeon Camping Trip || Mid July

[gladly-gladys-blog]

-smiles hopefully- Blokes you promise to introduce me to?

[seeking-galvin]

[frowns and fights down the urge to say no straight away because he is very, very slowly realising that he can't be there to watch over his siblings 24/7] We'll see. Pretty sure you'll bump into them if you come to any of my games. 

[florencespeaks-blog]

The Gudgeon House [08/1978, Galvin]

[florencespeaks-blog]

I think Davey thinks it’s only four years, I- well, I’d like for you not to tell him otherwise. It’s school, right now. I’m applying to a muggle university in London. After that… I don’t know, as I’ve said. But, all of my friends will be busy. Xenophilius has his Quibbler, Daves and Gladys are going who knows where to do who knows what but it wont affect me and so I’ve- [she shrugs] made arrangements.

[seeking-galvin]

Not gonna promise that, Flo. So wait - they're a bit busy and you what? Decide to leave us all behind? What kind of arrangements?

[missmarymacc]

Mid-July || Anne's Studio

[missmarymacc]

If you think I don’t know how to make tutus for all shapes and sizes at this point in my life, you don’t know me very well. [smiles] She likes you. Well, she likes Brice too…so…

[seeking-galvin]

[grins as she talks about tutus and he continues to pat Passion] You make them for your little tutu army, or mainly the neighbourhood pets? [he frowns at the mention of Brice] What's he been up to lately, anyway? Y'know, other than getting you into trouble? He been giving you a hard time?

[seeking-galvin]

Gudgeon Camping Trip || Mid July

[thatonegudgeon-blog]

No bats. I swear.

[seeking-galvin]

Great. Means we can get onto the important stuff - how're we gonna throw G in the lake this year? 

[thatonegudgeon-blog]

August 1978 || Gudgeon Home

[thatonegudgeon-blog]

M’sure it does. Doesn’t change the fact that I can handle it. Gwen must’ve thought so.

[seeking-galvin]

Yeah, well. Great - yeah. Course she must've. [walks over to him and claps him on the shoulder] Really proud of you, mate. You deserve it. You know you're gonna have to keep me updated on your game plans, yeah?

[seeking-galvin]

Gudgeon Camping Trip || Mid July

[gladly-gladys-blog]

As long as you’re not planning to annoy me, I guess I can live with that — maybe I’ll even make it in your new quidditch colours. 

[seeking-galvin]

Never plan to annoy you, G. Doesn't mean it doesn't just happen sometimes. [grins] Hey, yeah. Great idea. Bet the other blokes'll be real jealous.

[gladly-gladys-blog]

Big G || AU Week || Open

AU: Gladys Gudgeon is the oldest of three. For as long as she can remember, she’s been running around after two younger brothers, always leaving her to be the level headed and mature one, even around her friends.

[gladly-gladys-blog]

Merlin… I thought I said to wait for me.  

[seeking-galvin]

[the youngest in the family, Galvin had never developed the sense of responsibility at the core of his being, instead becoming more akin to Davey or Gladys, with a solid rebellious streak and a reputation for chasing girls] Better learn to keep up then, G, or it'll be all over before we get there.

[thatonegudgeon-blog]

August 1978 || Gudgeon Home

[thatonegudgeon-blog]

Course. Y’think I’m not?

[seeking-galvin]

Didn't say that. But y'know. Y'haven't done much leadership stuff before. And gotta be a bit different to playing, doesn't it?

[seeking-galvin]

Gudgeon Camping Trip || Mid July

[thatonegudgeon-blog]

Been ten years since that trip. If I could pull off catching one then without magic, I’m sure I can top it now.

[seeking-galvin]

Do it, and I'll sic mum on you.

[seeking-galvin]

Gudgeon Camping Trip || Mid July

[gladly-gladys-blog]

I know, but you’d think there’d be an exception if you think it’ll get lost, or dirty, or… burnt. 

[seeking-galvin]

Nup. Sorry, G. No exceptions to rules - you know how it is. Looks like you're just gonna have to make me a new one. Come on, it'll give you something to do when Daves and I annoy you and you refuse to play with us.

[florencespeaks-blog]

The Gudgeon House [08/1978, Galvin]

[florencespeaks-blog]

[She smiles, and slides her chair back, standing and putting her empty glass in the sink. She shrugs when he mentions the holidays, she doesn’t have the courage to turn around to face him, so she busies herself near the counter with her back in his direction.] Yeah, haven’t thought that far out yet. Not sure about anything after this year. I wasn’t thinking I’d be coming back to the magical world at all. I’ll send owls, though. And catch more than a few games before everything’s in stone next summer.

[seeking-galvin]

Not coming back to the magical world? Explain.

[missmarymacc]

Mid-July || Anne's Studio

[missmarymacc]

No, I was going to… [reaches out to grab his hand, about to pull him into the studio when a giant white-blonde lab with a pink tutu on comes bounding out, asserting her place between Galvin and Marie Fay] Passion!

[seeking-galvin]

[grins at the sight of the dog in the tutu] Ah, the famous Passion. [he holds out a hand to let the dog become acquainted with him before crouching down so he can give her a good pat] She's gorgeous. Kinda wondering where you found the tutu, though.