galvin g. gudgeon (galvinized) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-12-08 22:18:00

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Big D!
He'd decided, while he pretended to look for the snitch today during practice, that he could not wait for the off season. While this year had started off looking like it was going to be a good one, especially now that he was on a team that looked as if they could go all the way, Vinny knew that the holidays were just going to bring him down and remind him of how not so far he'd actually come.

He did miss Victoria. He missed being loved, and that thought alone told him that it was more than just missing the woman that was the matter with him. He'd even managed to go on a few dates since their breakup, which helped the physical loneliness, but he was far from mentally fixing that aspect of his life. But, really. Women just seemed to bring him heartache and problems, so he decided, as Griff yelled at him to find the bloody snitch, that he was not going to worry about women in this next coming year.

Vinny decided he was going to think about himself, and do what he's always wanted to do.

That was why, the second he'd got home he dug through his closet and unfurled the large map of the world his father had given him when he'd graduated from Hogwarts. His father had always wanted him to travel instead of jumping head first into the world of quidditch, that Vinny was too smart to play a game for the rest of his life. Well, dad, maybe he was right.

The door opening and shutting did not make Vinny's marker miss a swish. "Derek! What sounds better, Paris then Brussels, or Brussels then Paris?"

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bigd
2011-12-09 05:50 pm UTC (link)

Everything hurt. Not just his muscles, but his head—his brain, too, he'd even wager. Having always been of an abnormally large stature, Derek was used to taking up a lot of space. But in the last two years, he'd noticed his usual mass depleting, dropping away. Subtly at first, he thought, until one day he'd woken up and found his robes hung off him like a clothes hanger. When he looked in the mirror, really looked, his hair was unkempt and the sallowness of his skin and bagging eyes suited the hollows of his cheeks he'd never before been able to see in his broad face. It scared him just a little. In a cautious, half-hearted campaign to erase the stamp of nearly three years of hardship, he'd begun a fitness regime. His underused body was finding it difficult to appreciate the gesture. What wouldn't have fazed him fresh out of training was winding him quicker than he'd thought possible. It made thinking about the outcome of this little program unpalatable. So when he toed off his boots and dropped his bag in the little foyer, a huge sigh of relief accompanied him.

Vinny's question waylaid him en route to the kitchen for a glass of water, where he watched the stream from the faucet slow to a trickle. "S'pose it depends on where you're coming from and where you're headed," he mused, draining it in a gulp and pressing the cool glass to his forehead as he walked back out.

He paused in his reply, cracking his neck to the left to relieve a bit of the tension. It was only then Derek actually looked towards Vinny and his geography-concerning activity. Lowering the glass, he gave his friend a puzzled look. "Why?"

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galvinized
2011-12-10 02:34 am UTC (link)

"I s'pose that's true," Vinny said, taking hold of his chin. He'd been wondering if it would be better to go from a romantic to...well, he didn't really know what Brussels was like, but it couldn't be anything like Paris. Vinny sat back on the couch, staring at the map. "I'm trying to plan my trek across Europe."

'Trek,' because if he was going to do this, he was going to do this like he would have straight out of Hogwarts. He didn't have the millions of galleons from quidditch contracts when he was seventeen, he had some inheritance from grandparents and the money he got from working on the farm. He would have to figure out hotels or...hostels? Is that what they were called?

"I'm going to finally take my 'Grand Tour,'" Vinny said, leaning back forward and circling Italy. "I've got three months before preseason after the playoffs are over." He smirked, lips twisting greatly, "I hope it's enough time."

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bigd
2011-12-13 02:12 am UTC (link)

Derek's eyes widened briefly in surprise. He remembered Vinny talked about it from the last of their school days, just mentioning it in idle asides as the prospect of playing professional Quidditch naturally eclipsed the subject of their conversations. "Fuck preseason," he said gruffly. "As a matter of fact, fuck the play-offs. Go now. And take me with you."

Memories from the last few months of their seventh year flooded him, always accompanied by a painful pang of nostalgia that only seemed to intensify as they moved further and further away from 1977. Everything seemed so much brighter, then. Was brighter.

Shaking away the happier thoughts that inevitably brought more brooding, Derek dropped onto the sofa and thought for a moment before saying, "Paris to Brussels. Say you should start in Lisbon," he tapped his finger on the little star next to the capital, "right through Spain," drew his finger right into the heart of the little yellow-coloured country, "then voilà, Paris… Brussels…" he lifted his finger off the map as he trailed off. "Anyway. Good for you, man. You should go."

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