Ludo Bagman (mrpopular) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-04-08 22:37:00

Entry tags:

Who: Ludo & Greta
What: All kinds of fun!
When: Sunday Evening
Where: Ludo's Bachelor Pad
Status: Incomplete
Rating: Uhhh...let's go with PG for now? But let's be for real here. It's Lureta. Or Grudo. IDK. It's them.

Ludo was feeling quite pleased with himself. Despite what seemed like an almost unreal schedule, he'd managed a small amount of time with Greta that afternoon, though the majority of that time was spent in the bedroom. If anything could be said of Ludo Bagman, it was that he was a very thorough individual. He smirked to himself as he lay on the bed, a lazy arm wrapped around Greta. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple before rolling himself up, deciding he needed to use the loo at that moment.

"Don't miss me while I'm gone, yeah?" he told her over his shoulder with a smirk before exiting the room, leaving Greta to her own devices for a bit of time.

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catchthislove
2012-04-09 01:33 am UTC (link)

She did the requisite eye-roll (and maybe stopped early enough to enjoy the departing view of one Ludo Bagman), but allowed a very satiated smirk to slide onto her face when he was out of view. Greta Catchlove most certainly had a lot to smile about these days, you had better believe it. Topping the list was likely the unholy glee she derived from a stir-crazy Ludo. They ran on his schedule well enough during the season, and it was a nice change of pace to be able to dictate the whens-and-hows of their time together. She idly wondered if this power-trip was healthy, and if it was perhaps something she could further explore in the bedroom. Greta made a mental note to suggest it to Ludo when he returned.

Speaking of notes…

"Hell," she mumbled, shooting up. Tomorrow Kobe was seeing a Healer and asked Greta to come along. She'd forgotten entirely, and wasn't sure enough of the time to know if she could work her scheduled interview around it tomorrow. Knowing how her cousin was, she thought it best to send an owl to verify the time or ask her to wait til Jonas could make it. Hoisting herself out of bed and wrapping the quilt haphazardly around herself, she walked over to the desk to scribble it off now. "Too many bloody pregnant witches," she murmured to herself.

After rooting around on the desktop and drawers, however, she was unsuccessful. "Parchment, Ludovic," she hissed while shaking her head. "Scraps. Anything."

What she instead found was a bound book. Flipping through it, Greta saw a blur of numbers and other scribbles, until she got to a blank page and ripped, leaving it open. Reaching for the quill, she went to dip it in the ink well and sighed. It was nearly dry, but it would no doubt be pushing her luck to complain about that as well.

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mrpopular
2012-04-09 01:51 am UTC (link)

When Ludo found his way back to the room, he'd managed to find himself a pair of boxer briefs to keep himself from being completely and totally naked (not that he thought Greta would complain too terribly about it had he chosen to stay in the matter of dress he'd been in). He was a bit curious to see Greta up and about, though her being at his desk wasn't completely disagreeable. He could easily persuade her to have a go of it there, he was sure.

When he was behind her, he felt his stomach lurch. "What're you doing?" he asked, hoping that his voice sounded casual despite the panic behind it. His book work was sitting there--not open to anything, thank Merlin, but all the same. If Greta knew about his gambling--well, that wasn't so bad, it was how serious it had become as of late--he was in for some serious problems. He made quick work of snapping the book shut, leaving his strong hands pressed onto the cover. She had no business rifling through his things. This was why he much preferred spending time with her at her flat rather than here.

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late reply is so late, I am sorry!

catchthislove
2012-04-20 10:15 pm UTC (link)

Absorbed in her hasty scrawling, she jerked when Ludo's arms shot in front of her, shuffling the contents of his desk aside but effectively caging her in. Turning slightly to see him, she waved the quill just a little uncertainly, then pointed with its plumed end at the note, addressed to Kobe with the abundance of hearts that littered nearly every piece of correspondence between the two, equally nauseating and bringing joy to Greta.

"I was supposed to take my cousin to St. Mungo's tomorrow, I'm just writing to tell her I can't before I forget." She angled her head back slightly to study him. Her very astute and keen and hopefully one day award-winning journalistic senses were telling her Ludo Bagman probably did not like people poking about his things. And however often and (she liked to think) with great enthusiasm he shagged them, liked it less when they made their living on by-lines in the premiere paper of the Wizarding world. Trying not to be hurt that they'd gone this long without it being an issue, she turned back to the desk and rolled her paper up neatly.

"But how you can date a journalist and not keep yourself well-supplied with parchment is beyond me," she said in a mild, measured tone. "I mean, really, you never know when inspiration may strike."

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mrpopular
2012-04-20 11:40 pm UTC (link)

He bristled at the statement, not finding much amusement in the comment. Damn it all to hell, if she'd gone through things and seen. He let out a slow, frustrated breath, trying to collect himself. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. It could just be a letter to her cousin, as she said.

"I don't generally make a habit of owl writing from my room," he replied, not backing up from his caging stance behind her. If she needed parchment, she could have asked rather than rifling through things.

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catchthislove
2012-04-21 12:30 am UTC (link)

"I did learn that. Which, by the way, is damned inconvenient," she said in the same mild manner, subconsciously squaring her shoulders at him.

There was a strange undercurrent to him that Greta didn't like at all. Was he really this upset that she needed to write a letter? She hadn't been pawing through his things, for Hera's sake. Besides which, she cut Ludo a lot of slack, actually. He was the one who vanished into thin air without a word when that stupid gossip rag thought she was pregnant, and she hadn't made a fuss. Despite being just as busy as he was (the whole year 'round, she might add, not with this cushy spring break), she was always willing to adjust her schedule to suit his. Ludo had whims, and she went along with them. It hadn't bothered her before, mostly because she hadn't really thought they were… serious. But now that she suspected they might be, she also thought there was an imbalance of power in this relationship if her need for parchment was somehow being questioned.

Greta turned just her head toward him, flourishing the rolled paper between two fingers beneath his chin. In a saccharine-sweet voice, she asked, "Would you like to read it?"

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