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


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Entry tags:derek dobbs, galvin gudgeon

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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[info]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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