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grundyscribbling) wrote2024-08-22 10:23 pm
grundyscribbling) wrote2024-08-22 10:23 pm
Day 22 - Adulting
Title: Adulting
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: HP
Disclaimer: Playing with other people's toys. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Giles is the last manstanding left at Gringotts.
Word Count: 315
Note: Travel day means frazzled day. I should be back to a normal schedule - and thus back to long stories - tomorrow.
Rupert Giles sighed.
Typical of the girls to find a way to extricate themselves from the situation while leaving him the cleanup.
Not that there was all that much to clean up.
Willow had sent him one of her telepathic messages – I think we’re done here, you don’t have to stick around there unless you want to. Oh, and you might have to pick up the potion ingredients yourself.
He wasn’t sure if she’d gotten the same catch-up on the wand-users community he had, but it turned out she had quite a few brothers in addition to a twin sister. And all of them had friends. Which meant Willow would be even less low-profile in Diagon Alley than he was himself.
Though Auror Proudfoot had grudgingly allowed that with two and half decades of water under that particular bridge, Rupert Giles might be an acceptable presence. Ripper most certainly would not, nor would any of his old mates.
As Giles didn’t particular want to see any of that crowd, that was no hardship.
Getting away from Molly and Arthur Weasley had been considerably more challenging. Arthur was still inclined to fume about the past, but Molly’s focus was exactly where it had been the entire time – getting to see her long-lost daughter at last.
Unfortunately for both of them, Willow hadn’t said a word on the subject of meeting her birth family. And while one could not teleport in or out of Gringotts, one could teleport within it, so long as the destination wasn’t a restricted area. The front lobby, for example, where one needed only a few steps to reach the doors.
He had a feeling Council Headquarters – or anywhere else Willow might try to hide out – was about to be inundated with owls.
He wondered if the girls had stuck around long enough to learn that was the wand-users’ preferred method of communication.
Author: Grundy
Rating: FR13
Crossover: HP
Disclaimer: Playing with other people's toys. No money is being made here, it's all in good fun.
Summary: Giles is the last man
Word Count: 315
Note: Travel day means frazzled day. I should be back to a normal schedule - and thus back to long stories - tomorrow.
Rupert Giles sighed.
Typical of the girls to find a way to extricate themselves from the situation while leaving him the cleanup.
Not that there was all that much to clean up.
Willow had sent him one of her telepathic messages – I think we’re done here, you don’t have to stick around there unless you want to. Oh, and you might have to pick up the potion ingredients yourself.
He wasn’t sure if she’d gotten the same catch-up on the wand-users community he had, but it turned out she had quite a few brothers in addition to a twin sister. And all of them had friends. Which meant Willow would be even less low-profile in Diagon Alley than he was himself.
Though Auror Proudfoot had grudgingly allowed that with two and half decades of water under that particular bridge, Rupert Giles might be an acceptable presence. Ripper most certainly would not, nor would any of his old mates.
As Giles didn’t particular want to see any of that crowd, that was no hardship.
Getting away from Molly and Arthur Weasley had been considerably more challenging. Arthur was still inclined to fume about the past, but Molly’s focus was exactly where it had been the entire time – getting to see her long-lost daughter at last.
Unfortunately for both of them, Willow hadn’t said a word on the subject of meeting her birth family. And while one could not teleport in or out of Gringotts, one could teleport within it, so long as the destination wasn’t a restricted area. The front lobby, for example, where one needed only a few steps to reach the doors.
He had a feeling Council Headquarters – or anywhere else Willow might try to hide out – was about to be inundated with owls.
He wondered if the girls had stuck around long enough to learn that was the wand-users’ preferred method of communication.