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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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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