greggoylc:
where: ministry memorial service status: open
He wasn’t exactly sure why he’d come, not to pay his respects, he didn’t know or particularly care about Kingsley Shacklebolt. Still Greg watched the events unfold in a corner at the back of the atrium. People crying, those looking please with themselves, but all and all everyone seemed blurry under his drunken state. Alcohol seemed to be the only thing that kept the images of the dead goblin and Ernie out of his mind. He was bitter about the response from the group who came to ‘rescue’ them. Gregory hadn’t expected a parade but a thank you or something wouldn’t have gone a miss. As he watched the charade unfold around him he untwisted the cap off his flask with a scoff. “Want some?” He asked the person who was now staring at him.
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Theodore had been standing near Greg for quite a few minutes, worrying over his friend silently until he was acknowledged. He didn’t often care to ask after people’s emotions or well beings, preferring to stay in the safe confines of pleasant conversation that didn’t take a tax on his social meter but whatever had occurred during the Gringotts kidnapping had done a number on Greg and that wasn’t something he could very well ignore after years of friendship. With a nod, Theo took the flask and took a long sip. He was wincing immediately, gaze flying back and forth from his friend to the drink. “What is this?” Whatever foul concoction it was, surely Greg had had enough of it. “We don’t have to stay. We can always leave whenever you’re ready to go.”












