Just, Loyal, Patient

@valleybroaded wanted garrett !

       as garrett approached the entrance to the hufflepuff common room where he promised he’d pick helen up to walk to dinner together,  he suddenly recalled something he’d seen while using his cousin’s desktop computer back at the farm.  ( he was a bit shite at it at first,  but garrett now grimaced at the sight of a quill and parchment. )   when helen stepped out of the portrait,  he was staring at a point on the doorjamb.  ❛ shouldn’t there be one of the  –  oh fuck, don’t make me pronounce it,  the stick thing you put on the door. ❜

   “i think that cuts out the majority of my diet,”  garrett says flatly, thinking on it for only a moment before he’s shrugging and moving along with the conversation.  growing up on the farm, he’s tended to eat whatever his aunt or mother puts in front of him, without too much complaint.  there’s only a few things he won’t clear off the plate.  “right, our own rules.  okay.  so what’s rule number one?  besides  ‘don’t be a dick.’” 

   “pretty sure ruling the world means we get to make the rules ourselves,”  said garrett cheekily, raising up thick dark eyebrows to make his point.  he swung their hands back and forth in an exaggerated arc, just because he could, as he listened to her speak.  “i mean… bacon’s always the right answer.  wait,”  a pause as he clicked his tongue.  “aren’t you, like…. not supposed to eat bacon?  because it’s not kosher?”  

garrett decided to take this game as far as it could go before he got in trouble, likely farther, too.  “between my medallion and your special earrings, we’ll make fewer terrible decisions…maybe.”  lunch was always a good idea though, so garrett hopped up to his feet and held out his hand for her.  “lady’s choice.” 

   “everyone needs their shtick.  this one’s gonna be mine.”  as if the whole godric thing wasn’t enough, really, but this was at least one that garrett could jest about openly.  “tell you what though.  the medallion also says we should go get some lunch.”

    “there’s nothing subtle about the medallion.”  it was a cheap trinket he’d picked up at the pound shop because it was both there and, well, a pound.   “you should hear what it’s got to say about a few choice people we both know.” 

“yeah, only to me, because i’m special.  mum even said so.”

     “ – the medallion says that’s stupid, so we’re not going to do it.”