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Gilderoy: DAMN FUCKING RIGHT YOU'RE FERTILE, I bloody know how fertile you are! You only need to bloody look at someone and they get knocked up. Why the hell do you think you've topped so rarely even compared to normal?
Barty: Because I prefer to be on bottom.
Gilderoy: Because I'm not bloody having any more kids that's fucking what! That and you do look exquisite when I get you right there....
Remember me?
The Academy Years
"You'd end up falling asleep in cake batter." She teased. She had found him like that before. Luckily it was not face first. "Yea Mrs.Odd got rid of the code as well... After she hit it with a baseball bat." writing down his answered she smiled. "I've had lots of jobs. She gave him one last hug before nodding. "All good. I know how to deal with drifters."
"She what? Did she really attack it with a bat?!" Barty burst out laughing at the thought of the little old woman swinging wildly at her cash register with a baseball bat in hand. "Can't say I blame her, though. Have I told you the toaster in my house is evil?" he asked as he exchanged his dirtied apron for one of the extras he kept beneath the counter, draping the former over his shoulder with a smile. "If they give a hassle maybe you can chase them out with a bat, eh?"
Dinner for Three || OPEN
Were they late? Barty looked up from the tiny mountain of torn napkin pieces he'd been picking at since they had sat down and glanced nervously at the clock at the far end of the room. He and his husband had put an ad in, both online and in the paper, that they were searching for someone to join their rather special lifestyle and they were meant to be meeting them for the first time for dinner. 'Special lifestyle' was a good way of phrasing it, right? The less they put down about the magic and aliens and werewolves and continuous dangerous threats to their lives, the better. It was one less thing their potential partner would up and run away from them for. Knowing they'd be joining an already married couple with a small army of children at home was enough of a shock, but then they should already know what they were getting into.. right? They hadn't quite figured out just how they would break all the rest of it to them - and there certainly was a lot to break to them. Slowly and over time seemed their best bet.
When the bell at the entrance door rang and he recognised the face of their date from the photos they had previously exchanged by e-mail, Barty moved to stand up and greet them properly. But his nerves got the better of him and in his haste he knocked into the table and spilled one of the water glasses that the waiter had set out for them. "I.. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
Whereas Barty's upset, Sidda is just ecstatic and giggly that Pretty called her a beautiful girl. He's definitely getting one of her huge hand knitted blue scarves for Christmas once the memories set in.
Gilderoy: 'Oh I see. You'll pretend to be drunk rather than just owning the scandal? I'm disappointed, I thought scandal was what you did.'
Barty: 'And who says being so openly drunk in public, in the arms of another man is not a scandal all its own? I'm a very well known, well off man!'
Bartyyyyy the kids are crawling the walls because I promised them the park but it's storming out....
Hmm.. Then we need to find something fun for them to do. How about a board game? Or we could get the paints out and do crafts, or build a fort, make up a scavenger hunt..
Or I could make us some hot soup, get everyone together on the couch with the big blankets, and pass out some gifts I made.
