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The Wizarding World Captain
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 Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 9:06 am
 This duplex houses a bustling family on the left and a quiet elderly couple on the right. Thank goodness for silencing spells, because the left side's children play their music way too ******** loud.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 8:48 pm
*Nods his head as his fingers move over the strings of his guitar, the acoustic playing peacefully with his lightly accented voice. Is settled on the steps, his back against the wall to the right of the heavy wooden door*
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now...
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 9:14 pm
Their hands remained warmly clasp as Danny rounded the corner, the cramped apartment buildings opening into the uncluttered residential street Danny had been raised on. Both sides of the street were lined with brick duplexes, hedges and trees rising to disrupt the scant yards with heavy foliage. A pair of blonde children were racing bicycles along the sidewalk, squealing and throwing loose rocks at each other until their mother burst out of one of the duplexes screeching. Danny cracked a grin as he pulled Godfrey quickly past her house, giving a shy, “’ello, Miss Garrison,” in greeting as the children sailed past them screaming about anarchy and escape.
They pedaled down the street and disappeared around the corner leaving their mother shouting herself hoarse.
Danny’s house was the largest on his side of the street, the iron fence that traced their small yard partially hidden by an unruly hedge his Dad had been fighting with for ten years without success. Danny paused as they reached the gate - the combination of pizza and handholding preventing him from pressing the squat button that slid the gate open - and stared at the male sitting at the door.
His Father had told him their neighbors had taken on their adopted grandchild - parents grappling with a sloppy divorce - but he hadn’t yet met the boy. But he’d heard the voice, low and lingering like chocolate, for two weekends through the wall of his bedroom, the wards not filtering sound from their neighbors like it did his own.
“Er,” he mumbled, then nodded to the brick pillar on which the slim white button resided, “Could you push that for me, Frey? It’s for the gate.”
To the boy he said nothing, just sort of stared.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 9:29 pm
Godfrey's ears picked up the sound of music as they had neared the hedges, and.he couldn't help but peek curiously towards the doorway. He always wished he could sing well. Unfortunately he didn't have the talent.
"Oh, sure." Godfrey said, reaching up and pressing his thumb to the button. He was pleased, inwardly and outwardly, that Danny hadn't let go of his hand to do so himself. Maybe it was silly, bit it made him feel happy.
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 9:38 pm
*Looks up as the generator hooked to the gate hums to life, metal grating faintly as it opens*
Oh.
*Offers a smile and gives a way, very happy to see kids his age again. Though he had already grown to love his new grandparents dearly, it was really hard trying to explain things like who No Doubt was and not that they were a phrase, but a band*
'Allo. You are ze neighbors I 'aven't gotten to meet, yes?
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 9:49 pm
“Thanks,” Danny said quickly, looking a little flustered because he hadn’t been willing to relinquish his hold on Godfrey’s hand. A breeze whispered against the pizza box and brought its promising scent flush against their faces and Danny’s stomach gave an appreciative but needy mumble.
The Hufflepuff watches the boy for another awkward moment, a bit surprised to put a face to the singing. The French accent was thick but low, almost American-rough, not as light and crisp as most of the French he’d heard from exchange students and tourists was.
“Uh, not exactly,” he said to the boy, quickly gathering his Hufflepuff sense of friendliness. “I’m Danny Keyes, I live here - this is my… boyfriend, Godfrey Lockhart-Potter. Potter-Lockhart.” s**t, which way was it? He was pretty sure Lockhart was second…
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 10:06 pm
"Just Godfrey is fine." Godfrey said with a grin, swinging Danny's hand a bit in reassurance. "You have a really nice voice, that's one of my favourite new songs too. Actually I think you sing it better than she does."
Godfrey tapped his finger on his lower lip and nodded. "Definitely. Are you professional or just a hobbyist?"
Despite his hunger, he was curious about Danny's neighbor. Anyone with a voice like that was definitely probably interesting to talk to.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 10:15 pm
Oh, non. Non. Je- *Looks flustered before grinning* I am jus' playing. Professional, I would like to be, but I 'ave other things to worry about now. New school, um, grandparents. You know.
Zere was a big shot once, but.. C'est la vie, I coldn't make it. S'okay, though. Is nice jus' to play. Merci, for the compliments.
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 10:32 pm
"Once? It's not like you're dried up and used up already, are you?" Godfrey raised an eyebrow, his invisible-to-muggles ears flopping sideways in an amused way. "You can't be much older than Danny and I. Obviously I don't know anything about your 'one big shot' but I know music and if you really want, London's a great place to find a start. My friend Josh is only seventeen and he's a goof but he got picked for a popular underground band a few months ago."
Godfrey was rather interested in making more friends. Maybe even a muggle one? Since he was dating Danny he supposed he would see this boy around a bit. Needless to say he had a soft spot for musicians, especially when they were nice boys with frenchish accents.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 7:01 am
The reference to Josh gave Danny a squirm of discomfort in his stomach. Not only because he couldn’t help but dislike him, but because he’d heard some fans complaining in a coffee shop about Coversluts letting “some kid” in the band. And Gerald was furious.
“Well,” Danny mumbled, shifting the pizza a little higher because of his cramping fingers, “You can always take care of that stuff and then try for a music career again. Because you’re really good…” he floundered for a moment, strangely wanting to get Godfrey away from the boy. “But I’ll see you around? Since I live here.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 7:56 am
*Frowns, like he wants to comment on what Godfrey said about Josh, knowing it could very well be that Vulnero kid that had somehow gotten the slot in the Sluts, but... He didn't want to accidentally bring up a wizarding band to someone who could very well be just a Muggle, even if it was probably the same thing*
Non, I know zat. It would 'ave just been a big break very early and zat would 'ave been perfect, you know?
*Forces a smile at Danny*
Don't let me keep you, now. You 'ave pizza and romance to get to, yes? *Laughs* Eet was nice to finally meet you.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:26 am
"Pizza and romance!" Godfrey laughed lightly, reaching for the doorknob to Danny's house. He tilted his head up to look at Danny, grinning mischievously. "Yes, definitely."
He turned the knob and opened the door, not feeling a need to knock since he was being Danny's hand now.
"Il était très content de vous!" He shot over his shoulder as he pulled Danny eagerly inside, giving Clark one last friendly smile before turning his attention to Danny's house. He was rather eager to see it and hang out with Danny. Besides, he would likely be coming here a bit and could make friends on a non-date day. He was curious but didn't want to take up too much time either.
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 7:21 pm
The entrance hall was a cramped box of a room with a door on either side, Danny unceremoniously lifting his sneaker-clad foot to nudge the left door’s latch-styled knob open - apparently a well-practiced gesture, as the door obediently sighed open to reveal the Keyes’ sitting room. “I’m flexible,” Danny said with a grin, then paused; his lower lip was pinned by his teeth after a moment of flustered consideration at his own words. Maybe not the best thing to say when planning on eating pizza alone with a cute guy in your bedroom?
The living room housed two brown leather couches supported by polished wooden legs that curved like arched feet. The coffee table and DVD cabinet - hundreds of movies visible through the glass doors - were perched on similarly styled legs, indicating the furniture had been purchased as a set. Their television was a massive screen hoisted on the wall, two large leafy plants sitting in pots just beneath it. The windows were draped with sheer white curtains that touched the stained wood flooring.
The room opened up into the dining room - a thin hallway separating the two - where a table seating eight and two separate china cabinets resided beneath a brass chandelier tipped in unlit white candles. The kitchen was barely visible from the hallway but their appliances were polished black and gleaming cheerfully over green ceramic tile.
“There’s a bathroom and a big closet full of crap down here, too,” Danny explained, moving to the stairs at the end of the hallway. “Dad’s tearing up that bathroom, though, so it’s all covered in drywall and dust… He did the basement a couple years ago, there’s a pool table and stuff down there, but it’s locked because I nicked a bottle of Father’s vodka from their liquor cabinet on a dare… I didn’t drink any of it,” he confirmed quickly, blushing, “I just took pictures like a geekwad for my Myspace.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 7:55 pm
Godfrey peered around curiously. That it was matching amd neat and clean didn't surprise him. His Dad was like that, and he figured Snapes were probably well organized as well.
"Oh, well, I'll have to warn my Dad then. He has a bar in the theatre room and we wouldn't want you pilfering any to take silly pictures for the internet." Godfrey grinned widely as he teased Danny.
"I'll make sure to tell him how super serious your little problem is, he'll understand." That shouldn't really be a funny statement, giving Harry's past problem with alcohol, but Danny was too silly and cute to dwell on negative things.
"Okay! That's enough tour! I demand food!" He said suddenly, taking initiative and moving up the stairs first, dragging Danny up after himself. "Which door is yours?"
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 8:18 pm
“The first door on the landing,” Danny clarified as he allowed himself to be urged up the stairs. “And, hey, I was twelve,” he added, falsely indignant, thumping Godfrey in the shoulder with the pizza for additional support of his point. In truth he hadn’t been allowed to have a Myspace in the first place, and Harry had been absolutely livid when he’d discovered it, riddled with cursing and pictures of his son pretending to drink alcohol and mime shooting himself in the head. That had been a miserable summer, unable to listen to the music he liked or play on the computer; though Danny, when confronted and told to look over his own page, had quickly seen why he’d gotten in trouble and accepted it without much grumbling. Gerald still had a picture of Danny kissing the neck of the vodka bottle and trying to look super suave, now framed and sitting on his desk at work. Danny blushed every single time he saw it.
His room was remarkably cramped and rectangular. The wallpaper was faded with time, a soft blue lined with darker blue stripes, puffy white sheep stenciled across the pattern, each numbered one through a hundred. It had been nursery wallpaper just for Danny, and even as he grew out of sippy cups and stuffed bears, he’d be loath to get rid of it, instead hanging Cracked Iris posters over portions of the cheerful design. The twin bed mattress that left only a few feet of room to pass was settled on top of white drawers, slightly ajar with wrinkled black clothing peeking out from overstuffing. A desk took up the end of the room, stacked with two separate computers with widescreens, the wicker chair set before them piled with clothes and large boots with multiple straps and buckles. A calendar - several months behind and gathering dust - was tacked above the bed, partially hidden by a Potter’s Pussies poster, the band members making rude gestures and half shoving each other out of the edge of the picture.
“That one’s new,” Danny admitted, cracking a grin. “They’re really foul but Father thinks they’re kind of funny, so he let me have the poster even though…” he paused, chewing his lip to smother a snigger when one of the rappers - Barbie - mimed licking… a banana, maybe? Yeah. Banana. “Not much going on in here, actually,” Danny mumbled, not exactly self-conscious of his room, but a little disappointed he didn’t have anything else to show. “Mum offered to let me have one of the bigger rooms, but I like this one… s’got two windows, and I can see the street.”
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