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Davey flopped into a random seat the Gryffindor table, trying not to think about how angry he was. He was still covered in rain and sweat after that last match, and his hand still felt cool after being wrapped around the Snitch. He was so mad, he almost couldn’t believe it. The snitch had been in his hand, and what should have been an amazing moment turned out to be terrible. He had considered blaming himself, but only for very briefly. The true villain in this story was Andrei. They never would have lost if he hadn’t started flying like a damn drunkard. He huffed angrily, reaching forward to grab a sandwich from the tray in front of him. He wanted to eat before he had to go and face his angry housemates. It was then that he accidentally brushed arms with the person to his right--- Emmeline Vance. Her groan resonated deep inside. He felt the same way. 

“I wasn’t planning on it--- my drinks are in the common room. Also, are you eating oatmeal for dinner?” 

WHO: Emmeline Vance & anyone  WHERE: The Great Hall WHEN: Right after the Quidditch match, on Saturday, March 11th

With a red-and-gold top hat on her head, Emmeline pouted at the Gryffindor table. She had not bothered to stick around after the match – it was bloody and the other Gryffindors around her were annoyed. Instead, she had made her way to the kitchens to grab a bowl of oatmeal before heading to bed. Emmeline wasn’t in the mood for celebrating, and she hadn’t eaten all day due to pre-game festivities. Grouchy was an understatement for how she was feeling. Her spoon clanged against the porcelain bowl as she felt a light touch on her arm. Without looking up, Emmeline groaned. “Are you here to pour some liquor in my oatmeal? I’m not interested, if you’re not.”

#c:emmeline #emmeline1

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nrcissvblvck·:

“Didn’t you hear what I did to Bagman, you imbecile?,” she spat out, glaring at the boy. “And he’s my friend, so don’t think I’ll hesitate to behead you.” An easy eye roll before she sneered at him once more. “That poor child was just taught a lesson in the ladder of respect that I ought to start charging to teach. You’re too protective.” A small laugh. “You won’t always be there to save everyone, you know. Don’t you think they should learn to stand for themselves?” 

“You’ll behead me?” Davey gasped, putting a hand over his heart. He blinked dramatically, shaking his head at Narcissa. “You’ve terrified me, Narcissa Black. Absolutely scared me shitless.” He grinned then, fighting the urge to pat her on the head. She was like a little panther. “Let’s not debate philosophy, love.” He waved his hand, like he was swatting the conversation away. “Just don’t be a bitch to the young ones, and I won’t bother you.”

#c:narcissa #narcissa1

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omnia-vcnitas·:

“Y’know, they really oughta put up protective spells against birds flying onto the Pitch,” Emma shrugged. “Shouldn’t you bring him to Kettleburn instead?”

Davey shook his head, making a face. “Hagrid is better with the animals.” He smiled affectionately at the bird, reaching out to rub his finger gently along the bird’s good wing. He glanced back towards Emma. “At least he got hurt now, instead of the actual Quidditch match. It’s an important game, you know, since Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are the best teams this season.”

#c:emma #emma1

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nrcissvblvck·:

“Wet rat?,” Narcissa spat out at the boy whose comforting arm around Cissa’s latest victim was nothing but an annoyance. “Thank you, dearest. I modeled it after your mother.” She gestured that the Second Year should leave and said ‘remember what I said-’ as they walked away, facing Davey entirely. “Was there any reason in particular you wanted to bother me on this stormy morning?” Her wand waved, whipping her hair back into perfection. “Itching for an eye patch or broken arm, are we?”

“My mum did it better.” Davey said flippantly, waving the hand that was previously resting on the shoulder of the retreating Second Year. “Oh, I’m always itching for an eyepatch or broken arm. Don’t you know me at all?” He laughed. “But, no, that’s hardly the reason. I just thought I should save that poor child from your whining, is all.”

#c:narcissa #narcissa1

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Coming seemingly out of nowhere, Davey rested a hand on the shoulder of the poor, little Second Year and faced Narcissa with a wide grin. “I like this look on you, Narcissa.” He nodded approvingly, “The wet rat style, it really suits you.”

“I’m not exaggerating when I tell you if you say one word about the state of my hair it’ll be the last word you speak.” Narcissa hissed at the Second Year, desperate to remember her hair spells. “That rain came out of - well, nowhere! Did you know storms do that?!”

#c:narcissa #narcissa1

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“No,” Davey murmured, bringing the sparrow closer to his face for inspection, “he’s got an injured wing, see? I found him by the Pitch. I’m going to bring him to Hagrid.”

“Is it supposed to look like that?”

#c:emma #emma1

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biography

David Alexander Gudgeon Jr. was born and raised in the city of London, in Westminster, to working parents who were completely oblivious to his world. He had never liked going by David, preferring Davey instead. It was his father’s name, and Davey thought it too formal and stuffy. And, if there was anything that he did not want to be, it was anything resembling his father. David Alexander Gudgeon Sr. was a mid-level manager in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Specifically, he headed the International Magical Trading Standards Body. What did he do exactly? Well, Davey couldn’t tell you. He nearly went to sleep every time his father opened his mouth to talk about it. When David Sr. was a young intern, first beginning his career, he met a witch, who went by the name of Gabourey. It was a tale as old as time, which in Davey’s opinion, made it very, very boring. Paper-pusher meets Obliviator, and the rest was history. From there, three children were born; First Davey, then his little brother and sister, Galvin and Gladys. From a young age, Davey proved to be different from his siblings. He was loud where Galvin was quiet, and destructive where Gladys was charming. It felt like all of his conversations with his parents were defined by what he had done wrong, how things could be fixed, and what he could do better.

The craziest thing about Davey was that many of his tricks and hijinxs had nothing to do with magic. He’d never been afraid to push the limits, something that was clear to all from the moment he first began to walk. He had very little regard for consequence, and rarely thought things through: it was all part of his desire for instant gratification. He had never been a very patient boy, and he spent years counting down the days until he would receive his Hogwarts letter. The day it arrived was one of his most favorite memories. One letter, one trip to Diagon Alley, and then he was riding off to Hogwarts with a trunk full of spellbooks and wand tucked neatly into the sleeve of his brand new robes.

His family used to tell him for years that the Sorting Hat would hardly blink in his direction before sorting him into Gryffindor. Most of his family went into Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw occasionally. But Davey? He was different. He was loud, and headstrong, and brave to a fault. Just as they had predicted, the hat hardly even touched his head before he was sent to the table of crimson and gold. As school geared into motion, Davey quickly discovered that academia was not all he thought it would be. He quickly learned which classes he hated: Transfiguration, and Potions. He also learned which of those he liked: Care of Magical Creatures, and Herbology. He made friends with his roommates -- Remus, and James, and Gideon alike -- but his truest friend that year was easily the boy in the bed next over. As first years, Andrei Draganov and Davey Gudgeon had attached themselves to one another. Partners in class, and partners in crime. Too bad that didn’t last into second year.

While at school, Davey developed a bit of a reputation. There were few people who could match Davey in sheer courage and nerve. That being said, there were fewer still who could match him in stupidity, except Gideon Prewett perhaps. He had a naturally bright -- or rather, innovative might be the correct word -- mind, giving him a tendency to act without thinking. It was always one act of valor and mischief after another, and he was easily encouraged by the people around him. For example, midway through his first year, Davey found himself at the behest of his friend Andrei, who foolishly dared him to touch the brand new, fighting tree, the Whomping Willow. Davey got close -- far closer than most first years dared -- before the tree smashed him so hard that he found himself a new home in the Hospital Wing for the next two months. He’d nearly lost an eye!

Something always questioned about Davey was whether he was exceptionally brave, or just terribly stupid. If one were to ask his mother and father, they would choose the latter option. He’d been on the receiving end of many a howler, forced to listen to his parents lecture and nag him to be better, to be fit to bear the Gudgeon name. Didn’t they realize that he didn’t want their name? He wanted his own name, his own legacy. His stunts made him stand out. Being different was a normality for Davey and he happily brought this with him to Hogwarts. He was weird, and loud, and in one’s face, and he was damn proud of it! He didn’t understand what was wrong with wanting a little bit of attention? Galvin was the good one, the one that made his parents proud, and Gladys snatched every bit of spotlight up for herself, leaving none for anyone else. Being near his family reminded Davey of his black-sheep position. So, to avoid that, he tried to stay away from them. He was the eldest, but he had never been very great at assuming the role of protector. For their part, his siblings didn’t seem to need him to. That’s what it looked like from his perspective, anyways. Galvin and Gladys had always looked out for one another, and that suited Davey just fine. It was better this way. Davey’s relationship with Gladys was alright, if distant. It was his relationship with his brother that really drove the point home. Davey had always had a temper as hot and uncontrollable as his personality, and that had never mixed well with the softness emanating from Galvin.

As his time in Hogwarts drew to a close, there were a great many things that Davey needed to think about. It was no secret that he wasn’t cut out for a Ministry job. That was his father’s domain, and maybe Galvin’s too. Never Davey’s. He would rather die than spend the rest of his life doing something so boring. He wanted action, and he wanted adventure. He wanted stories that would make his blood pump just by remembering them. He wanted dragons, and he wanted fire. He wanted to show off, to be admired by those who heard his tales. Davey Gudgeon was a proud peacock who would go to the ends of the earth if it meant impressing someone. To his credit, he tried not to be arrogant. But it was so difficult when everything he did was so much more exciting than what everyone else seemed to be doing. Even when he was sent to the hospital wing for the disastrous Whomping Willow fiasco, he rejoiced in the laughter and easily ignored the judgmental stares.

When the time came to make a choice, it was easy. Come graduation, Davey would be heading off to Sweden to work on one of the dragon reservations up in the mountains. It would be a dangerous job, but that was just how he liked it.

Recently, another choice presented itself to Davey. Even someone as good at distracting himself as he, could not ignore what was happening at home. Death, violence, and blood supremacy ran rampant all around. When an opportunity to join The Order of the Phoenix presented itself, he said yes before they could even finish their sentence. His bravery had always been tested at an extremely shallow level---- but this would be his chance to do something real. So as the school year comes to a close, Davey prepared for what would be waiting for him outside of those walls. A dragon, with hot flames pouring from its snout. The disappointment from his parents when they heard what he intended to do. And most importantly, masked dangers that would prove to be his most exciting adventure of all.

#about davey #biography #this is bio #come to me if u have any plot ideas!

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davey: a drabble

The world thought Davey Gudgeon was a lot of things.

To Galvin, Davey was the rowdy, pushy older brother that left him behind. To Gladys, Davey was the older brother who never came back, but always loved. To his friends, he was the wild, dangerous boy who knew more about dragons than anyone else they’d ever met. To his enemies, he was a fool who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. A thrill-seeker, a show off, an honest boy, a son to a upper-middle class Ministry family, a fearless idiot. Many would call him reckless. Davey would have agreed, but he would not have spent very long thinking about it.

Davey thought that when all of his titles were laid out like that, it made a rather inaccurate picture. Davey thought that he was a great deal smaller. Not lesser, not less than, but simpler. Straightforward. He had built his life around doing the things he most liked doing: fun, adventure, something grand. He was a line. An arrow: a straight shot towards his dreams. Filled with burning ink and crackling with broken bones and bruises, but solid all the way through.

He liked the outdoors, because he found the insides of rooms as stifling as too-tight clothing, with the flaming torches that hurt his eyes and all of the different ways that sounds echoed back and forth, getting louder and louder until he had a headache. He loved the friends he made in school and he loved the crisp air of Scotland and the way that the wind smelled so fresh. He longed to hear a dragon’s tail cracking down on the ground in dangerous anger, as much as he wanted the sound of stretching scales when of dragon rolling onto their back to ask for a belly-rub. He loved freedom and he loved grass and he loved being able to turn in all directions and not see a single wall. Upon exposure to the things he loved, he reacted logically, and spent all of his time loving them.

Davey Gudgeon would take a dragon’s cave over a classroom any day. Give him stalactites and stalagmites and musty wetness and growing plants that soften and shape the sounds around him and make them new every time. Give him a dragon’s roar, because he can stand it. He was used to things being too loud.

Davey loved dragons because they take up space. They were the only things big enough to be inhabiting this giant world of his. It made sense, when everything was so massive, so loud, so sharp, so hot, to place your claim on the world by being even more. Dragons were the only ones who told the truth about size.

Davey felt big inside the same way he imagined a mirror did: so full on the world that there was hardly room for himself

And Davey had always felt like a stranger in his own home. He had never felt loved. Always failing, always resented, always doing wrong. He frowned every time he rubbed his fingers over his old childhood bed because nothing had ever felt comfortable about these sheets

But in front of a dragon, Davey felt like he would set the world on fire. He wasn’t the only one who felt too hot, too filled with adrenaline. The sounds were too loud for everyone and no one would look at him strangely when he squinted into a dragon’s eyes. In front of a dragon, Davey would not be home, but he also wouldn’t mind. 

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#morsmordre points #lil writing exercise i did for my davey dude #drabble

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