#thread: gladys

[amos-wil]

study hall | gladys & amos

Amos had been growing more and more frustrated with the proposition to help Gladys in Transfiguration. While he would never say that spending time with the youngest of the Gudgeon trio was a bad thing, because he was certainly more fond of her than he was of most, he didn’t realise the challenge that would present itself whilst trying to tutor her. And really, that was his own fault, since they’d practically grown up together since he was eleven and she was ten. For there was some very public knowledge regarding Gladys – and that was the fact that she was a daydreamer.

Most of the time, Amos thought this habit of hers was pretty adorable. He’d watch her for a few moments, tease her in an effort to make her blush and then get on with his day. But she said she’d needed help with studying, so he thought that she would be solely focused on that. And he was wrong. Of course, that didn’t mean Gladys wasn’t trying, oh no. But she had drifting eyes, it seemed, that watched people as they passed. He picked up on a doodling habit she had, so hid her quill. And, when it seemed like there was no options left for her other than study, he caught her staring at him which, while flattering, was pretty counterproductive.

No wonder McGonagall was having a hard time with this one. It was still endearing, in it’s own way. But he wanted Gladys to actually learn something rather than daydream. He wanted her to actually succeed, to not feel so negative about her grades in Transfiguration.

So he clicked his fingers in front of her face to bring her back to the real world wearing a small smirk. “I know I’m good looking, Gladys, but there’s no need to ogle. People will talk.” And while there was a slight tease in his tone like normal, there was a hint of seriousness there too. He didn’t mind how long it took to get information through to her, but he wanted to see at least some progress. “Now, what’s the theory of this part here?” He asked, pointing to a part of the book.

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summer daze | august 1977 | gladys & amos

Amos truly loved the Gudgeon family, really, he did. Whether it was because he was close with their middle child or just that it was their nature, Amos had always felt welcome amongst them. And usually, it was company that the Hufflepuff could enjoy thoroughly. But there were some days, like this one, where things were different. Firstly, because he thought Davey’s plan was to isolate himself for a bit so seeing them there was a surprise. And secondly, instead of the usual happiness he got from seeing them, he felt bitter.

Now, Amos didn’t voice it. He approached the family with his usual grace. He flirted like he usually did, picked on Davey and Gladys a little, then made an excuse about seeing a girl. It could have been true, he had been seeing someone over the summer casually – and he was a big of enough flirt that they probably wouldn’t question him. In reality, he hid in the changing rooms. It wasn’t anything personal – he thought all of them were pretty great. But every now and again, seeing them together caused him… frustration.

He didn’t remember what it was like to have a full family like that. And every now and again, like this day that passed, Amos truly missed his father. And the family dynamic they could have had if he hadn’t walked out. And that’s when the thought process began. Why did he leave? Where did he go? Was he still alive? Was he happy?

Amos had, at some point, sat on the floor and buried his head in his hands. He was grateful that those who usually got changed in here had already left, but occasionally, he couldn’t keep up his bravado. So consumed in his false reality of not being found, thoughts of the family he could have had racing through his mind, he didn’t hear the door open. It was only when the footsteps grew closer to him, that he perked up, rubbing his face in attempt to clear his blurry eyes.

After a moment, he made out a familiar face. “Oh, Gladys.” He said, his voice croaky. It even surprised himself, deciding to remedy it with a cough. “Sorry, I must have fallen asleep in here.” He lied, before shooting her a fake smile. “Still, what a wonderful sight to wake up to.”

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[amos-wil]

avoiding abnormality |

@gladys-wil​

Baby Gudgeon,

Meet me in the Entrance Hall in one hour. I need to go Christmas Shopping and you get the honour of joining me. Maybe I’ll even take you for lunch. Maybe not somewhere that serves alcohol though – wouldn’t want you to drink something and throw up…. Again. Don’t worry if you can’t make it or you don’t fancy coming with. I’ll go by myself, I just won’t buy you anything…… That’s a joke.

Oh, by the way, I promised the messenger chocolate, so if you have any spare, feed the first year.

A. Diggory

Ps, It’s freezing outside. Wrap up warm.

That was the note that Amos gave to the first female he saw as he entered the Common Room. It happened to be a timid looking first year girl, who seemed mortified about the idea of going into the older girls dormitories until the promise of a reward. Something Amos hoped Gladys could help with, but wasn’t particularly bothered if the kid left disappointed. He’d make a point to buy something from Honeydukes the same day to make up for it.

When the note was securely with the younger Hufflepuff, Amos made his way down to breakfast. Already being woken up by one of his dorm-mates at a ridiculous hour of the morning, he had been able to shower and change into some winter wear, ready to embrace the December weather. Being a summer person, Amos was never particularly fond with how harsh Scotland was at the end of the year. And if he had to conquer such hideous conditions, so would someone else. And he decided it would be the perfect opportunity to grab Gladys.

Things hadn’t been weird between them since her confession. At least, not really. He didn’t flirt as much, and they weren’t spending as much time together, but when they were in each others company, it seemed comfortable enough. At least, for him. But there was nothing better to drive the point home that nothing had changed between them than taking her to Hogsmeade and acting as though her crush admittance had never happened. That way, when her feelings were gone, their friendship would still remain.

Even after breakfast, Amos was still early. He took the opportunity to go the Owlery and attempt to communicate with his mother again. Edith’s letters back to him were still infrequent and a cause of concern, but he tried to not overthink it on what was going to, with any luck, be a good day. A small note, just wishing her well, before he headed back to Hogwarts. He was a few minutes late when he reached the Entrance Hall, but was relieved to see Gladys already there.

Once he reached her, he gave her a large grin. “Hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” He paused, looking over his shoulder before adding, “Unless you’re planning to go to Hogsmeade with someone else. Then this is just embarrassing.”

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finding comfort | gladys & amos | post tournament

It was 3am when he arrived at St Mungo’s, and the entire hospital was eerie. Not empty, but there was still a sombre attitude around him. Not many people who arrived at this time were here for good reasons, and in a way, Amos was the same. The prognosis on Davey was unclear, that’s all people could tell him, but he refused to settle down until he could see it with his own eyes. They told him to wait, but Amos was infamous for his ability to cause a scene. And despite the time and the difficulty, someone agreed to take him, if only to keep the peace.

There was no one to give him directions when he got there, the nurses on a night shift telling him that he should wait until the morning. An idiotic suggestion, but one he apparently had to follow. Amos didn’t have time to be bored within his panicked moments, pacing around the hallways, just hoping he’d come across Davey’s room. But damn, this place was far too big. So he ended up in a waiting area, a sort of cafe that seemed to serve beverages at all hours of the day. The lady who made the drinks had a permanent sympathetic smile on her face which made him feel more at ease.

There weren’t many other people situated at the tables in the area he was in. An old couple sat near the exit, holding hands across the table. A middle aged gentleman sat in the middle of a six seater table, several newspapers scattered in front of him. There were a few nurses in separate seats. Amos shrugged, taking the cheap hot beverage the lady had made for him over to a two seater table by the window. It was too dark to see anything behind the glass, other than a couple of stars in the night sky.

Relaxing at least.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, nursing the warm cup between his palms when he heard a familiar, comforting voice. Amos glanced around, seeing Gladys not too far from him. He let go of his cup, his chair scraping back noisily as he stood. “Little Gudgeon.” Amos managed to say weakly, although there was still fondness through his tone. There were no words to describe how grateful he was to see her.

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[amos-wil]

false hope | gladys and amos

Amos didn’t deserve to be there, even if the rest of the Hufflepuff team treated him with the same love and respect that they usually did. Davey had embraced him and congratulated him, even though he wasn’t particularly sure for the reason. He’d been offered drinks and reassurances but Amos was miserable. In most of his Quidditch life, he’d been a prized Chaser. He was one of the favourites to score for Merlin’s sake. And to be so off his game? That was atrocious. He was certain that the team would be treating him a lot differently if the Ravenclaws had won.

Of course, Amos did still drink. He wasn’t drunk enough to not have coherent thoughts, but he was certainly intoxicated enough to not give too much of a damn what he was saying or doing. That was how he found himself collapsing onto a sofa next to Gladys Gudgeon, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her to his side. While always being close to the middle Gudgeon child, he’d only gotten closer to the baby of the family this year and he couldn’t say he objected. Like her brother, she was a light in his life when he needed it. And while he was not so miserable that he’d risk a breakdown, he could certainly use some of her happiness.

While he was sober, he might have not been so open with his touches. Especially as his best friend and her brother were across the room. Amos knew, or at least strongly hoped, that Davey would know that he meant nothing by it. A drunken Amos was more of a flirt than the sober one, and that truly was saying something. He gave a cautious look around the room, but it only lasted a moment before he returned his gaze to the brunette and smiled.

“Littlest Gudgeon.” Amos said, his voice slurred slightly but still holding true fondness. “You look beautiful tonight, as always. How are we this mediocre evening?”

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