A/N: Holy muffins! I am so very sorry for this long wait! School and my
work schedule are evil and are quite conspiring to do me in. You can all
feel free to pelt me with any form of fruit or vegetable you wish.
Acknowledgments:
ScarletRurouni: I loved you last review, as you already know! *huggles*
FluffysBijin05: AWWWW! I am so glad and happy over your review! YAY! I redeemed him for you! SQUEEE!
Crystalunicorn14: Crys-chan! YAY! Thanks oose for the review! *GLOMP*
DarkShadowsFan: Look forward to seeing the next chapter!
HyperCaz: I know... I am actually quite fond of the egocentric dolt by now.
PT-chan: Yep! It's so obvious isn't it? *grins* Thank ye! I will indeed keep it up!
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I sat bolt upright in my bed suddenly. I glanced around and saw the digital clock read 6:46 a.m. and I cringed. I always seemed to wake up before the alarm clock was due to go off. In a second I realized it was Monday. That meant I had classes to go to and a seven hour work day ahead of me. I cringed and fell back onto the bed, detesting the fact that it was so early and I already had to rise and shine as the expression was. However I sat up again, knowing if I layed there any longer I'd have a harder time getting off the bed. Sighing, I dressed in under a minute and ran my brush through my hair. Exiting my room I found Gilderoy still sleeping, snuggled beneath the blankets on the couch.
*Well at least he can have the luxury of sleeping in without a care in the world...*
There was so much injustice in that. I decided not to touch it with a fifty foot pole. Instead, I went into the kitchen and made a small and quick breakfast. I didn't even sit down at the table to eat. I ate my scrambled eggs standing up by the kitchen counter. The moment I took my last bite, I hastily washed the dish, fork, and cup of milk clean. After I'd dried and set them back in their proper places I went back into my room to grab my backpack.
*If I didn't know any better I'd say I'm carrying rocks... dratted textbooks!*
Proceeding back into the living room, I threw myself down in the smaller love seat, curling into a ball and using my jacket as a temporary blanket. I figured if I had to wait for Liz and Vash to show up before heading off to my busy schedule, I'd at least catch one or two winks of sleep.
*Brrr.... it's so cold.*
I shivered and resisted the impulse to get up and grab a fleece throw from my room. I had to stay as uncomfortable as possible, as a means of staying alert and ready to jump to answer the door. Besides, if I got up that would take away from getting a wink of sleep, and I don't want to get comfortable the second before I hear the doorbell.
*Logic... why do you torment me?*
I curled deeper into a tiny ball, which was probably doing worse things to me in the long run. This kind of posture only exacerbated my scoliosis, but do I ever listen? Nope. I don't think I ever will.
I opened one eye and glanced at my watch. 7:00 a.m. it read. I closed my eye and clutched my jacket tighter around myself. The next thing that happened had me squeaking loudly and damn near falling off the love seat. A quilt was tossed at me, the bulk of it hitting me in the face. Snarling, I pulled away the folds of the warm cottony material and glanced sharply up. Gilderoy was sitting up on the sofa, a smug look on his sleepy face.
"Why the ruddy hell did you throw that at me?" I growled quietly, brushing at my face to get fugitive tendrils of hair out of my eyes from that preemptive strike. Gilderoy just smiled a sleepy sort of smile. "You looked like you needed a blanket." He said in a voice that said that should have been quite obvious.
*Well I did, but I'm not going to admit it. No siree.*
"Yes well, be that as it may, you needn't have attacked me with the dratted thing." I growled just slightly amused but refusing to indicate so. He just tilted his head and gave me a sheepish expression. "The alternative would have require my getting up." He jested. POW! I hurled my pillow at him. A perfect shot. "Gilderoy Lockhart, you lazy git!" I snarled playfully. He hadn't ducked quick enough. The pillow hit him full on the face. He laughed and would have returned the pelt had there not been a knock at the door that moment.
"Aiya! That'll be them!" I squeaked leaping from the sofa to open the door. Pulling open the door I smiled at my friend and her fictional guest. "Maegovannen Liz and Vash!" I greeted them in the Tolkien Elven tongue due to my quirky ways. Liz looked like she was trying hard to supress a laugh as I ushered them inside and shut the door behind them. "I know we're in a hurry and all, but would you or Vash like something to drink?" I smiled warmly, ready and waiting to serve. Liz grinned "No... I'm fine." She then turned to Vash. "What about you?" She asked him courteously. Vash seemed to think for a moment, as is really pondering what he'd like. "No thanks!" He smiled cheerily.
"All right. Then I suppose we'll be off now. See that you two mind yourselves here. Do try and keep out of trouble." I said, the chide mainly for Gilderoy's benefit. I even glanced at him with an arched eyebrow to make sure the point hit home. Vash nodded, apparently thinking it was meant for him as well. Liz shot him a look that clearly said, "Thank you!"
*I certainly owe him one myself. Poor guy. To have babysitting duty is one thing, but it's another when you've got to babysit Gilderoy.*
"We'll be back this afternoon... it'll be sooner than you think!" Liz said cheerily.
"Exactly so!" I chimed in, pausing a moment and wondering at the decision to leave Lockhart here alone, even if it was with Vash. "Well good day then. We'll return soon." I added and reopened the door and waited for Liz to go ahead. Liz smiled and waved, stepping outside ahead of me. I glanced back once more at the two and prayed silently that nothing would happen, as I closed and locked the door.
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Vash smiled, sighing just slightly as they left. Gilderoy glanced at him, uncertainly. For the first time in his life he wasn't so confident. "So..." He spoke up lamely. Vash turned around, having forgotten he was there apprently. "Er.... hi!" Vash said somewhat cheerily. Gilderoy smiled his trademark winning smile as if it were a talisman. "Hello..." He said, wondering for the life of him what he's to do. "Do you know about muggle living?" He asked both for conversational purposes and out of genuine curiosity.
"Muggles?" Vash asked with a confused sort of look. Gilderoy sighed and inaudible sigh. "Muggles, as in non-wizard folk. Obviously you don't because if you did you'd know what Muggles are." Gilderoy explained as he sat down, as he'd been standing from the moment he'd heard the knock at the door.
Vash looked like he was resisting the impulse to laugh. "You mean people, as in humans? Like Liz and.... Stephie?" He asked. Gilderoy nodded, glad that Vash was catching on quick. It was hard enough explain such things to others but on top of an addled memory? Harder yet. "Yes, like them... but wait..." Gilderoy stopped and remembered what Vash had said and realized he'd not included himself in the statement. That's a bit odd, he thought to himself. "Then if you're not considering yourself with their lot, then what are you if I may ask?" Vash looked a little surprised. "Eh heh... er...." He glanced around, almost as if he were looking for an answer to that, or a way out of the question. " Wait a minute.... where are you from?" Vash then asked in a cautious sort of voice.
That's quite the odd question. What did it matter? "I'm from a wizarding section of London, though my home, if you can call it that, has been in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries." Gilderoy answered him, his eyebrows just barely furrowed. "So... you live on Earth too, right?" Vash asked, still using that cautious voice. Gilderoy was growing more and more confused. "Yes of course!" He replied, wondering where this questioning was going. Breathing a sigh of relief, Vash said, "Alright then... sorry... I guess I'm just not used to it yet..."
Quite aware of the fact that Vash had not answered his question, Gilderoy decided to just let it go. "Not used to what? To being here?" He asked instead.
Vash sighed and slumped into a chair. "That and... that and being able to trust everyone not to kill me." He responded casually. What?? There must be some mistake. "Not to kill you? Merlin's beard, where are you from that you can't trust people not to kill you???" Gilderoy questioned, quite intruigued but more concerned.
Vash laughed. "It's not their fault... most of them think I killed a bunch of people..." He traiked off frowning a bit. "Not that I did though! Really!" He added quickly, his eyes bright and holding just a trace of pleading. "Why would they think that? If I may ask?" Gilderoy inquired, unconsciously sitting forward in his seat. Of course he knew Vash didn't kill or hurt anyone. Though, he'd only known Vash for a day or two, but still, it's one of those obvious things. He just knew it. The tall aquamarine eyed blond froze for a split second. "Er.... dunno why!" He smiled brightly the next second and glanced at the kitchen. "Man, I'm hungry! I wonder if they've got any donuts here." He said and dashed into the kitchen faster than fast.
Gilderoy glanced at the spot where Vash had been. He didn't exactly buy into that smile and cheery change of the subject. He sat back and sighed for a moment before he leaped up to find the large hardcover "Goblet of Fire" book he'd been reading earlier that morning unbeknowest to Stephie. He smiled and went back to the living room to sit back on the couch and waited for Vash to come back from the kitchen.
"HEY! Do want any of this?" Vash called from the kitchen, his voice light and cheerful. Gilderoy's eyebrow furrowed. "Any of what, pray tell?" He asked,not glancing up from his intense reading. He was already at the part where Harry's name was called from the Goblet after all! He didn't want to be interrupted from his spot. He was so very curious as to who had managed to pull that off and what Harry would do. "Guess you don't want any" Vash's cheery voice called back.
Shaking his head, Gilderoy rose from his spot and moved to the kitchen, setting the book on the dining room table, to find Vash making scrambled eggs. He instantly thought of Stephie, as she always seemed to be making scrambled eggs. "Ah! Then yes, I would indeed like some!" He said happily.
Grinning, Vash turned around to hand Gilderoy a plateful. "Figured you would." He said and walked past him into the dining room and begins to eat quite ravenously, almost as if he hadn't eaten for a week. Gilderoy took the plate and moved to the dinning room as well, wondering whether to be amused or shocked at Vash's intense eating abilities. He too sat and began to eat, but perhaps not as voraciously as Vash.
Vash frowned, pausing for just a second with his fork inches away from the plate. "KETCHUP!" He declared to himself and literally jumped up from the table and raced into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of ketchup to pour on his eggs. He turned to Gilderoy, who'd been watching somewhat amused and fascinated. "Want some?" Vash asked with an innocent expression. As he'd seen Stephie do precisely the same thing, but perhaps not drenching the eggs, he took the proffered bottle and puts some of the sweet red sauce on the plate. "Thank you." He told Vash and resumed eating his food at a leisurely pace. Vash grinned and continued to eat as well.
They sat in a silent but yet companionable way, which definitely made him think all the more strongly of Stephie. She was always the quiet one, at least when it came to mealtime conversation. He thought more of this as he finished his plate off scrambled eggs to wait dutifully for his companion to finish also and awaits to take the plate as Stephie usually did. Vash finished his own food and stood, plucking Gilderoy's empty plate from his grasp as he takes both and goes to wash them in the kitchen sink, humming all the while.
"I say! I was going to do that!" Gilderoy cried, a little indignant that he could not perform host duty. "Do you even know how to do the dishes?" Vash asked, laughing a little. Gilderoy placed his hands on his hips, just a little annoyed. "I do, too! Well... sort of..." He shot back, still indignant. "All right, I don't, but I wanted to try!" Deciding to add that truthfully. "All right... here..." Vash shook his head and waved him over with a soapy hand.
Grinning, Gilderoy moved to stand by the overly tall blond and took up the little squishy sponge as he'd seen Stephie do before. He was quite happy! He'd show Stephie he wasn't just a good for nothing magazine cover picture. He took up his dish and began to wash it. He had to admit, it was a bit awkward at first but not so after rinsing said dishes and handing them to Vash to dry. Humming softly, Vash dried the dishes with a tiny grin on his face as he did so.
"What's that you're humming?" Gilderoy asked as he continued washing, keenly aware that Vash had been humming off and on. "It's a song I learned when I was a kid... I've never really been able to get it out of my head..." Vash smiled a bit wistfully. Gilderoy glanced at him askance. "Where did you learn it from?" He really liked the tune of the song. "Um... a friend of mine..." Vash finally said, haltingly. "Really now? Someone from where you live I can only assume?" Gilderoy prompted quietly. He could tell there was a story behind this. Vash grinned a little. "You could say that..."
Finishing the last of the dishes, he dried off his hands. "Does this friend have a name?" Gilderoy wondered vaguely if he was being entirely too nosy. He hoped he wasn't. "Rem." Vash answered simply. "A simple but nice name. You must miss Rem." Gilderoy responded with somewhat a kindly expression. Vash smiled and shook his head. "Yeah.... but not as much as before..."
Gilderoy nodded, suddenly aware that he had no one to miss back in wizarding England. He'd done a good job at the single bachelor lifestyle. He had no attachments. Nothing to moor him to one place for long. This now saddened him slightly. What a fool he'd been.
He shook his head and focused on Vash, smiling that winning smile. "So..." He grinned as if to ask "What now?", as they'd finished eating and washing dishes. "Er.... eh heh..." Vashed raised one hand behind his head to accompany his nervous laugh. "Why don't we..." He paused to think a moment. "Well we could..." He added, still thinking as he is still quite adled. Too much for his own good. "Hmm..." He breathed.
He was spared further thought, as a piercing ringing caught their attention. Vash quirked his head up, as if recognizing the sound. Come to think of it, Gilderoy did too. He'd heard it before, but what the bloody hell was that?! Vash moved to the door quietly and tried to leave, but Gilderoy suddenly noticed this. "Oy, where are you going?"
Vash grinned nervously. "Er... eh heh... GOTTA GO!" He said and raced for the source of the noise which happened to be that black little thing that he'd seen Stephie talking into one day. Now he understood! It was a tellyphone! He saw Vash diving for it as he got within reach and instantly sprang to life. Gilderoy leapt after him and dives for the tellyphone too, fully intending to be the one to answer it. "OY! Stephie's house and therefore as her next in, well whatever, I get to answer it!!" He gasped knocking over two chairs to leap across the room.
Vash ignored him and grabbed the tellyphone and answered before Gilderoy even had the chance. "Hello??" He gasped.
Acknowledgments:
ScarletRurouni: I loved you last review, as you already know! *huggles*
FluffysBijin05: AWWWW! I am so glad and happy over your review! YAY! I redeemed him for you! SQUEEE!
Crystalunicorn14: Crys-chan! YAY! Thanks oose for the review! *GLOMP*
DarkShadowsFan: Look forward to seeing the next chapter!
HyperCaz: I know... I am actually quite fond of the egocentric dolt by now.
PT-chan: Yep! It's so obvious isn't it? *grins* Thank ye! I will indeed keep it up!
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I sat bolt upright in my bed suddenly. I glanced around and saw the digital clock read 6:46 a.m. and I cringed. I always seemed to wake up before the alarm clock was due to go off. In a second I realized it was Monday. That meant I had classes to go to and a seven hour work day ahead of me. I cringed and fell back onto the bed, detesting the fact that it was so early and I already had to rise and shine as the expression was. However I sat up again, knowing if I layed there any longer I'd have a harder time getting off the bed. Sighing, I dressed in under a minute and ran my brush through my hair. Exiting my room I found Gilderoy still sleeping, snuggled beneath the blankets on the couch.
*Well at least he can have the luxury of sleeping in without a care in the world...*
There was so much injustice in that. I decided not to touch it with a fifty foot pole. Instead, I went into the kitchen and made a small and quick breakfast. I didn't even sit down at the table to eat. I ate my scrambled eggs standing up by the kitchen counter. The moment I took my last bite, I hastily washed the dish, fork, and cup of milk clean. After I'd dried and set them back in their proper places I went back into my room to grab my backpack.
*If I didn't know any better I'd say I'm carrying rocks... dratted textbooks!*
Proceeding back into the living room, I threw myself down in the smaller love seat, curling into a ball and using my jacket as a temporary blanket. I figured if I had to wait for Liz and Vash to show up before heading off to my busy schedule, I'd at least catch one or two winks of sleep.
*Brrr.... it's so cold.*
I shivered and resisted the impulse to get up and grab a fleece throw from my room. I had to stay as uncomfortable as possible, as a means of staying alert and ready to jump to answer the door. Besides, if I got up that would take away from getting a wink of sleep, and I don't want to get comfortable the second before I hear the doorbell.
*Logic... why do you torment me?*
I curled deeper into a tiny ball, which was probably doing worse things to me in the long run. This kind of posture only exacerbated my scoliosis, but do I ever listen? Nope. I don't think I ever will.
I opened one eye and glanced at my watch. 7:00 a.m. it read. I closed my eye and clutched my jacket tighter around myself. The next thing that happened had me squeaking loudly and damn near falling off the love seat. A quilt was tossed at me, the bulk of it hitting me in the face. Snarling, I pulled away the folds of the warm cottony material and glanced sharply up. Gilderoy was sitting up on the sofa, a smug look on his sleepy face.
"Why the ruddy hell did you throw that at me?" I growled quietly, brushing at my face to get fugitive tendrils of hair out of my eyes from that preemptive strike. Gilderoy just smiled a sleepy sort of smile. "You looked like you needed a blanket." He said in a voice that said that should have been quite obvious.
*Well I did, but I'm not going to admit it. No siree.*
"Yes well, be that as it may, you needn't have attacked me with the dratted thing." I growled just slightly amused but refusing to indicate so. He just tilted his head and gave me a sheepish expression. "The alternative would have require my getting up." He jested. POW! I hurled my pillow at him. A perfect shot. "Gilderoy Lockhart, you lazy git!" I snarled playfully. He hadn't ducked quick enough. The pillow hit him full on the face. He laughed and would have returned the pelt had there not been a knock at the door that moment.
"Aiya! That'll be them!" I squeaked leaping from the sofa to open the door. Pulling open the door I smiled at my friend and her fictional guest. "Maegovannen Liz and Vash!" I greeted them in the Tolkien Elven tongue due to my quirky ways. Liz looked like she was trying hard to supress a laugh as I ushered them inside and shut the door behind them. "I know we're in a hurry and all, but would you or Vash like something to drink?" I smiled warmly, ready and waiting to serve. Liz grinned "No... I'm fine." She then turned to Vash. "What about you?" She asked him courteously. Vash seemed to think for a moment, as is really pondering what he'd like. "No thanks!" He smiled cheerily.
"All right. Then I suppose we'll be off now. See that you two mind yourselves here. Do try and keep out of trouble." I said, the chide mainly for Gilderoy's benefit. I even glanced at him with an arched eyebrow to make sure the point hit home. Vash nodded, apparently thinking it was meant for him as well. Liz shot him a look that clearly said, "Thank you!"
*I certainly owe him one myself. Poor guy. To have babysitting duty is one thing, but it's another when you've got to babysit Gilderoy.*
"We'll be back this afternoon... it'll be sooner than you think!" Liz said cheerily.
"Exactly so!" I chimed in, pausing a moment and wondering at the decision to leave Lockhart here alone, even if it was with Vash. "Well good day then. We'll return soon." I added and reopened the door and waited for Liz to go ahead. Liz smiled and waved, stepping outside ahead of me. I glanced back once more at the two and prayed silently that nothing would happen, as I closed and locked the door.
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Vash smiled, sighing just slightly as they left. Gilderoy glanced at him, uncertainly. For the first time in his life he wasn't so confident. "So..." He spoke up lamely. Vash turned around, having forgotten he was there apprently. "Er.... hi!" Vash said somewhat cheerily. Gilderoy smiled his trademark winning smile as if it were a talisman. "Hello..." He said, wondering for the life of him what he's to do. "Do you know about muggle living?" He asked both for conversational purposes and out of genuine curiosity.
"Muggles?" Vash asked with a confused sort of look. Gilderoy sighed and inaudible sigh. "Muggles, as in non-wizard folk. Obviously you don't because if you did you'd know what Muggles are." Gilderoy explained as he sat down, as he'd been standing from the moment he'd heard the knock at the door.
Vash looked like he was resisting the impulse to laugh. "You mean people, as in humans? Like Liz and.... Stephie?" He asked. Gilderoy nodded, glad that Vash was catching on quick. It was hard enough explain such things to others but on top of an addled memory? Harder yet. "Yes, like them... but wait..." Gilderoy stopped and remembered what Vash had said and realized he'd not included himself in the statement. That's a bit odd, he thought to himself. "Then if you're not considering yourself with their lot, then what are you if I may ask?" Vash looked a little surprised. "Eh heh... er...." He glanced around, almost as if he were looking for an answer to that, or a way out of the question. " Wait a minute.... where are you from?" Vash then asked in a cautious sort of voice.
That's quite the odd question. What did it matter? "I'm from a wizarding section of London, though my home, if you can call it that, has been in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries." Gilderoy answered him, his eyebrows just barely furrowed. "So... you live on Earth too, right?" Vash asked, still using that cautious voice. Gilderoy was growing more and more confused. "Yes of course!" He replied, wondering where this questioning was going. Breathing a sigh of relief, Vash said, "Alright then... sorry... I guess I'm just not used to it yet..."
Quite aware of the fact that Vash had not answered his question, Gilderoy decided to just let it go. "Not used to what? To being here?" He asked instead.
Vash sighed and slumped into a chair. "That and... that and being able to trust everyone not to kill me." He responded casually. What?? There must be some mistake. "Not to kill you? Merlin's beard, where are you from that you can't trust people not to kill you???" Gilderoy questioned, quite intruigued but more concerned.
Vash laughed. "It's not their fault... most of them think I killed a bunch of people..." He traiked off frowning a bit. "Not that I did though! Really!" He added quickly, his eyes bright and holding just a trace of pleading. "Why would they think that? If I may ask?" Gilderoy inquired, unconsciously sitting forward in his seat. Of course he knew Vash didn't kill or hurt anyone. Though, he'd only known Vash for a day or two, but still, it's one of those obvious things. He just knew it. The tall aquamarine eyed blond froze for a split second. "Er.... dunno why!" He smiled brightly the next second and glanced at the kitchen. "Man, I'm hungry! I wonder if they've got any donuts here." He said and dashed into the kitchen faster than fast.
Gilderoy glanced at the spot where Vash had been. He didn't exactly buy into that smile and cheery change of the subject. He sat back and sighed for a moment before he leaped up to find the large hardcover "Goblet of Fire" book he'd been reading earlier that morning unbeknowest to Stephie. He smiled and went back to the living room to sit back on the couch and waited for Vash to come back from the kitchen.
"HEY! Do want any of this?" Vash called from the kitchen, his voice light and cheerful. Gilderoy's eyebrow furrowed. "Any of what, pray tell?" He asked,not glancing up from his intense reading. He was already at the part where Harry's name was called from the Goblet after all! He didn't want to be interrupted from his spot. He was so very curious as to who had managed to pull that off and what Harry would do. "Guess you don't want any" Vash's cheery voice called back.
Shaking his head, Gilderoy rose from his spot and moved to the kitchen, setting the book on the dining room table, to find Vash making scrambled eggs. He instantly thought of Stephie, as she always seemed to be making scrambled eggs. "Ah! Then yes, I would indeed like some!" He said happily.
Grinning, Vash turned around to hand Gilderoy a plateful. "Figured you would." He said and walked past him into the dining room and begins to eat quite ravenously, almost as if he hadn't eaten for a week. Gilderoy took the plate and moved to the dinning room as well, wondering whether to be amused or shocked at Vash's intense eating abilities. He too sat and began to eat, but perhaps not as voraciously as Vash.
Vash frowned, pausing for just a second with his fork inches away from the plate. "KETCHUP!" He declared to himself and literally jumped up from the table and raced into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of ketchup to pour on his eggs. He turned to Gilderoy, who'd been watching somewhat amused and fascinated. "Want some?" Vash asked with an innocent expression. As he'd seen Stephie do precisely the same thing, but perhaps not drenching the eggs, he took the proffered bottle and puts some of the sweet red sauce on the plate. "Thank you." He told Vash and resumed eating his food at a leisurely pace. Vash grinned and continued to eat as well.
They sat in a silent but yet companionable way, which definitely made him think all the more strongly of Stephie. She was always the quiet one, at least when it came to mealtime conversation. He thought more of this as he finished his plate off scrambled eggs to wait dutifully for his companion to finish also and awaits to take the plate as Stephie usually did. Vash finished his own food and stood, plucking Gilderoy's empty plate from his grasp as he takes both and goes to wash them in the kitchen sink, humming all the while.
"I say! I was going to do that!" Gilderoy cried, a little indignant that he could not perform host duty. "Do you even know how to do the dishes?" Vash asked, laughing a little. Gilderoy placed his hands on his hips, just a little annoyed. "I do, too! Well... sort of..." He shot back, still indignant. "All right, I don't, but I wanted to try!" Deciding to add that truthfully. "All right... here..." Vash shook his head and waved him over with a soapy hand.
Grinning, Gilderoy moved to stand by the overly tall blond and took up the little squishy sponge as he'd seen Stephie do before. He was quite happy! He'd show Stephie he wasn't just a good for nothing magazine cover picture. He took up his dish and began to wash it. He had to admit, it was a bit awkward at first but not so after rinsing said dishes and handing them to Vash to dry. Humming softly, Vash dried the dishes with a tiny grin on his face as he did so.
"What's that you're humming?" Gilderoy asked as he continued washing, keenly aware that Vash had been humming off and on. "It's a song I learned when I was a kid... I've never really been able to get it out of my head..." Vash smiled a bit wistfully. Gilderoy glanced at him askance. "Where did you learn it from?" He really liked the tune of the song. "Um... a friend of mine..." Vash finally said, haltingly. "Really now? Someone from where you live I can only assume?" Gilderoy prompted quietly. He could tell there was a story behind this. Vash grinned a little. "You could say that..."
Finishing the last of the dishes, he dried off his hands. "Does this friend have a name?" Gilderoy wondered vaguely if he was being entirely too nosy. He hoped he wasn't. "Rem." Vash answered simply. "A simple but nice name. You must miss Rem." Gilderoy responded with somewhat a kindly expression. Vash smiled and shook his head. "Yeah.... but not as much as before..."
Gilderoy nodded, suddenly aware that he had no one to miss back in wizarding England. He'd done a good job at the single bachelor lifestyle. He had no attachments. Nothing to moor him to one place for long. This now saddened him slightly. What a fool he'd been.
He shook his head and focused on Vash, smiling that winning smile. "So..." He grinned as if to ask "What now?", as they'd finished eating and washing dishes. "Er.... eh heh..." Vashed raised one hand behind his head to accompany his nervous laugh. "Why don't we..." He paused to think a moment. "Well we could..." He added, still thinking as he is still quite adled. Too much for his own good. "Hmm..." He breathed.
He was spared further thought, as a piercing ringing caught their attention. Vash quirked his head up, as if recognizing the sound. Come to think of it, Gilderoy did too. He'd heard it before, but what the bloody hell was that?! Vash moved to the door quietly and tried to leave, but Gilderoy suddenly noticed this. "Oy, where are you going?"
Vash grinned nervously. "Er... eh heh... GOTTA GO!" He said and raced for the source of the noise which happened to be that black little thing that he'd seen Stephie talking into one day. Now he understood! It was a tellyphone! He saw Vash diving for it as he got within reach and instantly sprang to life. Gilderoy leapt after him and dives for the tellyphone too, fully intending to be the one to answer it. "OY! Stephie's house and therefore as her next in, well whatever, I get to answer it!!" He gasped knocking over two chairs to leap across the room.
Vash ignored him and grabbed the tellyphone and answered before Gilderoy even had the chance. "Hello??" He gasped.