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LOVE IS ONLY FOR THE STRONG
Chapter eleven: Holdiay Highlights
"I'm so sad, but I can't cry.
I'm all alone, and I don't know why."
Goyle put down his quill and stared out his window. It looked like a lovely morning, but Goyle just wanted to stay inside. His mother had rushed him off to every fair from there to Amsterdam. She was obsessed with fattening him up with cooking competitions. She couldn't just accept that Goyle didn't have as much a desire to eat as he had so many months ago.
Goyle heard a knock on his door. He suspected it was Penny with another pail of ice cream.
"Get back to the kitchen!" Goyle yelled. "Don't want no more to eat."
"What are you talking about?" it was Malfoy's voice. "Your mum said you've been acting funny. I can't say I disagree."
Malfoy didn't wait for Goyle to get up and open the door. He just busted right in. Goyle groaned at the Sirocco 101 in Malfoy's hand. That one broomstick meant that Malfoy was going to drag him off to Knockturn Alley.
"C'mon, you lazy lug," Malfoy ordered, walking over to where Goyle lay on his bed. "Crabbe's waiting down stairs."
Malfoy picked up the piece of paper Goyle had been scribbling on. Once reading it, Malfoy's eyebrow raised. He stared at Goyle, then began to laugh. Goyle sat up.
"What's this rubbish?" Malfoy asked, still laughing. "I can't cry? Ha Ha!"
Goyle cracked an insincere smile.
"You've been cooped up too long," Malfoy diagnosed. "Get your broom and c'mon."
Goyle stood up and walked over to his closet. He pulled out his old Firebolt 380 and followed Malfoy down to the family room. Goyle found Mrs. Goyle stuffing Crabbe full of sweets. He rolled his eyes.
"Malfoy, dear," Mrs. Goyle crooned. "You're merely skin and bones. Have a treacle tart."
"No thanks, Mrs. Goyle," Malfoy said politely, "I had a rather large breakfast."
"Have a nice time at Diagon Alley, Gregory," Mrs. Goyle said, pinching Greg's cheek.
Malfoy, Greg Goyle, and Crabbe left the house and stepped out on to the street. The sun beamed down on them. Some little children across the street were playing exploding snap.
"Don't seem quite Christmas, do it?" Crabbe asked.
"Not here," Goyle replied, taking off his jacket.
"Let's mount and be off to Knockturn," Malfoy said excitedly.
"Knockturn, but Mum said Diagon," Goyle muttered.
"I couldn't tell your mum the truth," Malfoy explained, mounting his broom. "I didn't know how she'd feel about the whole thing after all."
Goyle and Crabbe got on their brooms too. With a mere kick, they were off zooming over the treetops. Malfoy knew the exact way to Knockturn Alley, so they got there pretty quickly, landing in the middle of the street. Goyle glanced up at the disturbing names of the shops and looked at Malfoy.
"Man, I missed this place," Malfoy sighed, leaning against his broom. "What should we do first? Go in for a Forbidden Curse demonstration or buy some severed fingers?"
"Fingers!" shouted Crabbe excitedly.
"Forgot that Mum wanted me to get somethin' fer her," Goyle said nervously. "I'll meet you guys later."
"All right, but you'll miss all the fun," Malfoy called after him as Goyle made his way up to Diagon Alley.
Being back in the light was nice. The eerie shiver had gone. Goyle looked around for some means of occupying his time. The Quality Quidditch Supplies store was an idea. Somehow, the Magical Menagerie held more interest to him. Goyle hurried over and entered the shop. Animals of all kinds were displayed in cages. Goyle was quite fond of a Clabbert. He had a cute smile.
"May I see the Puffskein again."
"That's the third time this week, Miss Weasley. Why don't you just buy it?"
"I don't have the money."
Goyle turned and saw Ginny standing next to the cashier's counter, holding a small fuzzy ball that was purring. For some reason, Goyle ducked behind a display case and watched Ginny handle the little puff ball.
"Won't your mum buy her for you?" asked the nice-looking female cashier.
"No," Ginny muttered, pressing the thing against her face. "She says it's too impractical. Guess what? I already have her named. Her name is Wisp."
"I'm sorry you can't get her," the cashier sympathized.
"It's fine," Ginny smiled. "I can always come visit her. Speaking of it, I'll have to come back later. Mum asked me to pick up some floo powder, so I'd better be going. I'll see you in a bit."
"Goodbye," said the cashier as Ginny left the shop.
Goyle rushed over to the table.
"I'm buying the Puffskein," Goyle insisted, pulling money from his pocket.
"This one is saved for someone," the cashier told him.
"I'm buying it for her," Goyle told the cashier.
"You know Miss Weasley?"
Goyle nodded, handing the cashier the money.
"Ok, I'll put her in a carrying case for you," the cashier offered, smiling brightly.
"No," Goyle blurted. "No, you give it to her. Don't say it was from me."
"But," the cashier began, confused, "you don't want her to know that you bought her this thing she's always wanted. Shouldn't I give her your name so she knows who to thank?"
"No, just give it to her," Goyle said, leaving the store happily.
**************
Christmas at the Goyle household was a very boring thing. Gregory Goyle came down for breakfast at exactly eight fifteen. He and his parents proceeded to the family room. Instead of a tree, Bond had set up a vase of baby's breath. After all, a Christmas tree would be awfully messy and Mr. Goyle was allergic to the smell of pine.
Not wrapped, sat all the things, and only the things, he had asked for. No surprises. No disappointments. And no messy paper all over the floor. Greg Goyle has exactly thirty seven minutes to use his new items. Afterward, the Goyle family would head off to the Christmas parade. Greg Goyle would watch the same old people on the same old flying carpets and broomsticks traveling down the same old street. Next came the dragons and unicorns. Nothing new. This parade went on for three hours.
Lunch was at noon. After lunch, Mr. Goyle headed off to work and Mrs. Goyle went to bed with a siesta potion. Greg spent the day fooling around with his new broomstick and chewing carmel candy.
Dinner was promptly at seven in the afternoon. The Goyles had a polite, but sterile, conversation and then they all headed off to bed. This day was the highlight of Christmas holiday.
A/N: Thanks for the info on Blaise Zabini, maybe I'll use her/him in my next story. Nupil, Greg is not going to turn into skin and bones. His mother is just overly..uh..you know. She just thinks Greg should be really big for some reason. I didn't think Malfoy would associate with Greg is he wasn't rich. I was meaning for it to be a flying carpet, but somehow it didn't seem like that when I read back over it.
LOVE IS ONLY FOR THE STRONG
Chapter eleven: Holdiay Highlights
"I'm so sad, but I can't cry.
I'm all alone, and I don't know why."
Goyle put down his quill and stared out his window. It looked like a lovely morning, but Goyle just wanted to stay inside. His mother had rushed him off to every fair from there to Amsterdam. She was obsessed with fattening him up with cooking competitions. She couldn't just accept that Goyle didn't have as much a desire to eat as he had so many months ago.
Goyle heard a knock on his door. He suspected it was Penny with another pail of ice cream.
"Get back to the kitchen!" Goyle yelled. "Don't want no more to eat."
"What are you talking about?" it was Malfoy's voice. "Your mum said you've been acting funny. I can't say I disagree."
Malfoy didn't wait for Goyle to get up and open the door. He just busted right in. Goyle groaned at the Sirocco 101 in Malfoy's hand. That one broomstick meant that Malfoy was going to drag him off to Knockturn Alley.
"C'mon, you lazy lug," Malfoy ordered, walking over to where Goyle lay on his bed. "Crabbe's waiting down stairs."
Malfoy picked up the piece of paper Goyle had been scribbling on. Once reading it, Malfoy's eyebrow raised. He stared at Goyle, then began to laugh. Goyle sat up.
"What's this rubbish?" Malfoy asked, still laughing. "I can't cry? Ha Ha!"
Goyle cracked an insincere smile.
"You've been cooped up too long," Malfoy diagnosed. "Get your broom and c'mon."
Goyle stood up and walked over to his closet. He pulled out his old Firebolt 380 and followed Malfoy down to the family room. Goyle found Mrs. Goyle stuffing Crabbe full of sweets. He rolled his eyes.
"Malfoy, dear," Mrs. Goyle crooned. "You're merely skin and bones. Have a treacle tart."
"No thanks, Mrs. Goyle," Malfoy said politely, "I had a rather large breakfast."
"Have a nice time at Diagon Alley, Gregory," Mrs. Goyle said, pinching Greg's cheek.
Malfoy, Greg Goyle, and Crabbe left the house and stepped out on to the street. The sun beamed down on them. Some little children across the street were playing exploding snap.
"Don't seem quite Christmas, do it?" Crabbe asked.
"Not here," Goyle replied, taking off his jacket.
"Let's mount and be off to Knockturn," Malfoy said excitedly.
"Knockturn, but Mum said Diagon," Goyle muttered.
"I couldn't tell your mum the truth," Malfoy explained, mounting his broom. "I didn't know how she'd feel about the whole thing after all."
Goyle and Crabbe got on their brooms too. With a mere kick, they were off zooming over the treetops. Malfoy knew the exact way to Knockturn Alley, so they got there pretty quickly, landing in the middle of the street. Goyle glanced up at the disturbing names of the shops and looked at Malfoy.
"Man, I missed this place," Malfoy sighed, leaning against his broom. "What should we do first? Go in for a Forbidden Curse demonstration or buy some severed fingers?"
"Fingers!" shouted Crabbe excitedly.
"Forgot that Mum wanted me to get somethin' fer her," Goyle said nervously. "I'll meet you guys later."
"All right, but you'll miss all the fun," Malfoy called after him as Goyle made his way up to Diagon Alley.
Being back in the light was nice. The eerie shiver had gone. Goyle looked around for some means of occupying his time. The Quality Quidditch Supplies store was an idea. Somehow, the Magical Menagerie held more interest to him. Goyle hurried over and entered the shop. Animals of all kinds were displayed in cages. Goyle was quite fond of a Clabbert. He had a cute smile.
"May I see the Puffskein again."
"That's the third time this week, Miss Weasley. Why don't you just buy it?"
"I don't have the money."
Goyle turned and saw Ginny standing next to the cashier's counter, holding a small fuzzy ball that was purring. For some reason, Goyle ducked behind a display case and watched Ginny handle the little puff ball.
"Won't your mum buy her for you?" asked the nice-looking female cashier.
"No," Ginny muttered, pressing the thing against her face. "She says it's too impractical. Guess what? I already have her named. Her name is Wisp."
"I'm sorry you can't get her," the cashier sympathized.
"It's fine," Ginny smiled. "I can always come visit her. Speaking of it, I'll have to come back later. Mum asked me to pick up some floo powder, so I'd better be going. I'll see you in a bit."
"Goodbye," said the cashier as Ginny left the shop.
Goyle rushed over to the table.
"I'm buying the Puffskein," Goyle insisted, pulling money from his pocket.
"This one is saved for someone," the cashier told him.
"I'm buying it for her," Goyle told the cashier.
"You know Miss Weasley?"
Goyle nodded, handing the cashier the money.
"Ok, I'll put her in a carrying case for you," the cashier offered, smiling brightly.
"No," Goyle blurted. "No, you give it to her. Don't say it was from me."
"But," the cashier began, confused, "you don't want her to know that you bought her this thing she's always wanted. Shouldn't I give her your name so she knows who to thank?"
"No, just give it to her," Goyle said, leaving the store happily.
**************
Christmas at the Goyle household was a very boring thing. Gregory Goyle came down for breakfast at exactly eight fifteen. He and his parents proceeded to the family room. Instead of a tree, Bond had set up a vase of baby's breath. After all, a Christmas tree would be awfully messy and Mr. Goyle was allergic to the smell of pine.
Not wrapped, sat all the things, and only the things, he had asked for. No surprises. No disappointments. And no messy paper all over the floor. Greg Goyle has exactly thirty seven minutes to use his new items. Afterward, the Goyle family would head off to the Christmas parade. Greg Goyle would watch the same old people on the same old flying carpets and broomsticks traveling down the same old street. Next came the dragons and unicorns. Nothing new. This parade went on for three hours.
Lunch was at noon. After lunch, Mr. Goyle headed off to work and Mrs. Goyle went to bed with a siesta potion. Greg spent the day fooling around with his new broomstick and chewing carmel candy.
Dinner was promptly at seven in the afternoon. The Goyles had a polite, but sterile, conversation and then they all headed off to bed. This day was the highlight of Christmas holiday.
A/N: Thanks for the info on Blaise Zabini, maybe I'll use her/him in my next story. Nupil, Greg is not going to turn into skin and bones. His mother is just overly..uh..you know. She just thinks Greg should be really big for some reason. I didn't think Malfoy would associate with Greg is he wasn't rich. I was meaning for it to be a flying carpet, but somehow it didn't seem like that when I read back over it.
