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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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Mar 31, 2019 14:27:59 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Mar 31, 2019 14:27:59 GMT -7
01.04.2025 Something awful had possessed Renard Goyle over the Christmas holidays, and he was having an impossible time shaking it off. The sort of thing that he should have seen coming, because he had played the other half of it only a few months earlier, and was still keeping up his end of the bargain. But now the ball was in his possession and he made quite a few calculated mistakes in a row. The thing in question was that his insolent parents decided to bring up the b-word during Christmas dinner (hint: betrothal). His subsequent reaction of spitting out whatever he was trying to chew drew quite the disappointed looks from two people that couldn’t have been more idiotic. Their defense, which was poor in his opinion, was that they were betrothed by his age, and that it only seemed fit that he be as well. They didn’t like the retort about them being too stupid to know otherwise, and Bryelle’s direct reaction to that was exactly what Renard wanted to do, spit water on his father and then scream out something about ‘needing’ a betrothal or engagement, or whatever it was they were demanding of him.
So Renard did some thinking over the next few days. He knew what it was like to pretend to have an interest in another person; he was still sort of doing that with Lilith De Proost. Despite being dumber than bricks, his parents wouldn’t buy that though. His reaction already told them that there wasn’t a woman in his life and now he had to find one. If he had been more on top of the situation he would have declared De Proost was already in his sights and would have had her help him as he had with her. But that was impossible to do now and he knew he had to take it a step further.
A letter to explaining the details to a certain Ondina Weasley seemed like the perfect way to get her involved. Renard made sure to make it sound desperate, like he was pleading for her to help him. She didn’t owe him a thing, but it also felt like the sort of situation that she would want to get her dirty hands all over. He wanted to make it official too, by taking it all the way to the only place he knew of that would sign and date the paperwork, and, if necessary, rescind the whole thing once his parents got off the crazy train. The other notable offer in his letter to the Weasley girl was that he would be paying her to keep up the act, which he was sure she would be semi-decent at. That was the least of his worries though.
With an agreed upon date to show up to Blishwick’s (bright and early on a Saturday), Renard paced up and down the street in front of the shop, puffing away at a cigarette, as he was known to do whenever put in these sorts of situations. If sidewalks wore down easier, he would have already put a noticeable path in the one he was walking along. He could see Blishwick staring intently at him through the window, probably wondering if he was going to enter or not. There weren’t any other stores nearby that could have a person nervously pacing to and fro, and the matchmaker probably knew that.
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
217 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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Apr 4, 2019 4:55:04 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Apr 4, 2019 4:55:04 GMT -7
ONDINA COULD STILL REMEMBER THE SPIKE OF pure joy she had felt when the letter had arrived. Not only had she expected to never willingly hear from Renard again, but she'd certainly never expected him to do something as strange and out of character as to offer her a deal. They'd slept together at the casino, but that was more of a battle of wills than affection. As it happened, Renard wasn't looking for love, and she might have been offended if she were somebody else - her sister Harper perhaps. But, she wasn't. In fact, it was so appealing that she'd agreed to meet with him at the Blishwick's. She even dressed appropriately chaste - no cleavage and a skirt longer than her fingertips.
From a distance, Ondina spotted Renard pacing a hole in the ground outside of the Blishwick's building. And once upon a time, Ondina thought she might have done such a thing, too. As a pureblood, she was actually quite a good match for any well-standing family. The Weasley's weren't as ill-regarded as they used to be - no matter what Renard said. And yet, there she was, settling for money.
With a mischievous glint on her eye, she drew her face in to a large smile and greeted Renard by name. Once close enough, she embraced him with one arm, leaning in to kiss his cheek familiarly so that anyone who may be peering through the window would see a sweet exchange. Alas, once close enough, her lips brushing against cheek, she whispered in his ear sweetly, "You stink, hubby." And then she pulled back with a very large grin and quirked her brows. Ondina had always hated smoking, but at least it didn't make her wheeze so much any more - not with her brand new elixir. "Shall we go inside?"
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jimbo brian blishwick vi
HOGWARTS ALUM BLISHWICK MATCHMAKING SERVICES OWNER HAPPILY EVER AFTER PIZZA EMPORIUM OWNER SPELLBUCKS OWNER LOVE WEAVER
133 posts
played by Colin
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Apr 4, 2019 22:11:11 GMT -7
Post by jimbo brian blishwick vi on Apr 4, 2019 22:11:11 GMT -7
01.04.2025 The time period between the start of a new year and the month of February was always a tumultuous one for Jimbo Blishwick. His little friend, known as the family power, had a habit of not working during his birth month, which was conveniently one of the most important months out of the year for romance. Christmas and New Years were as well, but Jimbo had resigned himself years ago to the fact that he was never going to be able to help anyone during those times. Shooting nothing was better than blanks. Putting the business in jeopardy because he got cocky and tried setting things up during a time when he couldn’t? He would never be able to live that down, and he didn’t even have anyone to be thoroughly disappointed in him anymore (his father and the other living Jimbos all moved to warmer weather this time of year).
Business was business though, and Jimbo was preparing fliers for another round of blind dates to go out in February, hopefully resulting in people doing that instead of wanting real love work done. It had worked last year and he didn’t see how it wouldn’t this year as well. Currently, he had Jameson digging around in the back of the shop, looking for said previous year’s fliers, so that he could come up with some new slogans to draw interest in the event. There were a few drafts that looked like they had the potential, but he wanted to go about this the smart way.
Looking up from his work for a few moments, he spotted quite the curious sight: a man pacing back and forth down the alleyway in front of the shop. It was the sort of pacing Jimbo had done plenty of times throughout his life; the thinking sort. Not wanting to toot his own horn but still doing so, Jimbo started sliding the advertisements underneath the counter, in the off chance that the man outside decided to wander in. There weren’t too many other places in the area that would have someone nervously walking back and forth, whereas Blishwick Matchmaking Services always had a knack for doing so.
Even more curious was when a young redheaded woman approached the pacing man and kissed him. And then Jimbo started to understand. He didn’t see these instances nearly as often anymore as he did when his father ran the store, but they showed up every so often nonetheless. He could place money on it that they were going to enter the store and ask if he could write paperwork up saying that his powers had led them to each other, that way they could make all their friends and family members think that it was made to be. Unfortunately for them, that was a service Jimbo refused to provide. Of course, that also meant they had to enter first, and the Blishwick knew he was jumping the gun just a tad.
“Jameson!” he called over his shoulder, loud enough so that his daughter could hear him from wherever she was in the back room. A few seconds passed without a response, and he turned his head to yell again, “Jimmie! I need to know if you know these two lovebirds out in front of the shop.” He was curious, and the kids outside were young. There was a possibility his daughter would know at least one, if not both of them. Then Jimbo would really know what he could be getting into if they stepped inside.
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online Apr 12, 2024 14:10:27 GMT -7
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Apr 5, 2019 6:32:41 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Apr 5, 2019 6:32:41 GMT -7
THE CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS HAD GONE AS THEY always did. Her father tended not to work as often, which was better for Jimmie on many fronts. And yet, it had felt oddly changed. They still ate the same meal, still received the same perfunctory cards from family. And Jimmie still refused to acknowledge the constant stream of thank you cards and letters her father received for his 'miracle work'. But, Jimmie had felt different. She'd fallen ill, hadn't enjoyed poking fun as much and had begun to suffer from searing headaches over the winter months.
With ink stained fingers and a paper cut, Jimmie continued rifling around box after box in the storeroom of the Blishwick building. She much preferred lending a hand in such ways, rather than manning the front desk or greeting her father's clients. But, she was beginning to regret her offer as she stuck her paper cut thumb in to her mouth and sucked it angrily. She'd been tasked with finding the previous years Blind Date flyers but her father threw so many silly events that finding them was harder than it looked.
Jimmie had just kicked over a box of flyaway paper when she heard her name being called from the front desk. 'Jameson', she straightened with an angry glare over her shoulder, unwilling to answer her full name. Her dad knew better than that by now. Eventually, whatever had caught his attention warranted the use of the nickname and Jimmie stood with a humphing sigh. She marched back through, deciding she'd rather pour coffee than tear open another shoddy cardboard box.
"You know, I'm not a gossip mag, right?" Jimmie snapped, crossing her arms and scowling at her dad when she came to a stop beside him. Although, she couldn't help but follow his gaze across the floor to the towering windows that marked the front of house. Outside, Jimmie saw a faceless embrace first, and then a tell tale flick of flaming red hair that made her face immediately crumple. "Oh! Ew..." Jimmie snapped, her face screwed up as she poked her tongue out in disgust. "That's- that's Ondina Weasley!"
Jimmie was only about halfway through her sixth year, but she remembered Ondina Weasley the way any nosy person would. The Slytherin had graduated the previous year and Jimmie was sure she felt the whole place sigh with relief at her absence, along with a few notable others. "She hung around the bi- mean girls..." Although it was a little more sinister than that as she shifted from foot to foot and peered at her father. "Pretty sure she used to be friends with... you know... Elaine Dupree..." Most people knew who Elaine Dupree was, especially a wannabe journalist.
Looking back out through the window, Jimmie couldn't help but wonder about the situation before her. Were they going to come inside? She certainly hoped not, but it looked to be that way. Jimmie almost turned to her dad and demanded that he refuse to serve her, simply because she wasn't fond of her, but she bit her cheek instead. "I don't know what that is..." Jimmie sniffed snootily, cocking her hip as she quirked her brows in distaste. "But, I already know he can probably do better." This was, of course, something she would never have the courage to say to either of their faces. And yet, she couldn't help herself as she shivered theatrically in disgust.
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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last online Apr 18, 2024 5:03:58 GMT -7
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Apr 9, 2019 21:35:08 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Apr 9, 2019 21:35:08 GMT -7
01.04.2025 Renard could feel Ondina Weasley sauntering down the street towards him before he could actually see her. Her presence was radiated everywhere she went, and not the good sort of radiance either. More like Chernobyl levels of radiation, the kind you could hang around for extended periods of time without dropping dead immediately but would still walk away with lasting, permanent damage. Personally, he had only suffered physical ailments from her, most notably nail marks in his arm from their first encounter months ago in the Ministry bathroom. Mentally, Renard liked to think he was still on a good level, though there was no telling what sort of stressors he was about to put himself through. Regardless, these worries were just that; worries.
Ondina was fast approaching him now, and it was just enough time for him to drop his half-finished smoke on the ground and stamp it out before she got to him. Putting one’s cigarette out before conversation was a common courtesy, like holding the door open for someone or pushing forward legislation on werewolf restrictions. The only reason he wouldn’t put his cigarette out was if the other person was also smoking; they understood the waste more than a normal person would. Ondina, as far as Renard could tell, wasn’t the smoking type. She was going to have to get used to it though.
Plastering the best ‘smile’ (which was most likely a hideous image), he could muster as she wrapped an arm around him and went in for her false kiss, Renard chuckled. “Get used to it, love. You’ll have to pry these from my cold, dead hands.” She probably would, too. Walking out of this horror alive was going to be very difficult and costly. Cigarettes and whisky were going to be his only reprieve in the coming months. “After you,” Renard said, stepping around her to hold the door open, though he felt like letting it hit her on the way in. Again, why had he picked Ondina Weasley of all people to go through this with him? He could have Imperiused any lonely, pretty girl and this would have gone over a thousand times better. Maybe people would actually believe it too. They hadn’t even walked through the Blishwick threshold and Renard was preparing to call it off, cold feet getting the best of him.
But that would mean admitting defeat to the red-headed bitch, and he also didn’t want to do that. So Renard stepped inside and made direct eye contact with the man behind the counter, who he assumed had to be the man himself: Blishwick. “Morning. I’ve heard you set up arranged marriages here.”
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
217 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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Jun 4, 2019 11:03:10 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Jun 4, 2019 11:03:10 GMT -7
ONDINA THOUGHT THAT SHE PREFERRED WHEN he wasn't wearing such a hideous mask. She liked the plain dislike he wore naturally around her. It suited him. Better than the smile he shot her in return, which had far too many teeth and not enough lip. Like a shark's smile, or an old alligator. She patted his chest, as if to comfort him on such a fact. His voice, at least, was the same. Dull and dry, devoid of any sweetness or amusement. She could at least appreciate that slither of honesty.
Hand still on his chest, she felt his steady heartbeat and laughed through her nose. "Baby, I just might." And then, slinking past him as he held open the large front doors, she shook out her hair and marched the length of the front walkway. The man behind the desk tall and irritatingly handsome. Like he belonged on a billboard or in one of her old muggle movies. 'Richie Rich', her mind said and she felt a slither of amusement fill her. Of course, she knew who Blishwick was, everybody did. She just never imagined that she'd find herself on his doorstep.
Ondina stopped before Renard did, though she allowed him to speak. Somehow surprised he hadn't thrown her under a bus already. She threaded her pale, skinny arm in to his. A spider and a shark standing side-by-side. "We'd like an appointment to discuss..." She drawled, her husky voice seeming permanently on the edge of a coughing fit. But, sometimes it worked in her favour. Sometimes, it made her sound just meek enough to blend in when necessary. Speaking of blending in, Ondina didn't even notice the pale sheath of a girl standing just behind Jimbo. As if she were a ghost in the corner of her eye. "Promptly, please."
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jimbo brian blishwick vi
HOGWARTS ALUM BLISHWICK MATCHMAKING SERVICES OWNER HAPPILY EVER AFTER PIZZA EMPORIUM OWNER SPELLBUCKS OWNER LOVE WEAVER
133 posts
played by Colin
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last online Apr 18, 2024 5:03:48 GMT -7
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Jun 4, 2019 17:20:15 GMT -7
Post by jimbo brian blishwick vi on Jun 4, 2019 17:20:15 GMT -7
01.04.2025 “Wonderful,” Jimbo responded to his daughter’s observation about the Weasley girl standing outside his shop being one that was in bed with Elaine Dupree while in school. The Weasleys had never really needed his services since their clan was one of the ones that liked to wing it. As far as he knew, they all had happy marriages and the ones that didn’t kept it quiet and to themselves. The family itself was enormous now though, and that was what had worried him the most going forward, should any of the children decide they wanted his assistance in the love department. Ondina (which was an odd name in his opinion) looked to be the first if she stepped through his shop’s threshold. Jameson didn’t seem excited about that in the slightest and Jimbo could already feel the air in his store starting to grow heavy. He disliked clients that carried a reputation with them everywhere and unfortunately that tended to tag along with the pureblooded families and the likes.
He let out a brief chuckle at the comment about the man being able to do better, but immediately halted it when the couple entered the shop. Jimbo felt stiff, standing at attention as they stormed across the entrance and to his counter at the other end. The man spoke first, indicating that they wanted to set up an arranged marriage, and the Weasley girl finished saying they wanted an appointment. Promptly.
Jimbo looked around at the empty room and back at Jameson before he finally acknowledged them with a cheery grin, “Well you certainly came to the right place for that.” Jimbo stepped around the counter so that he was situated directly in front of them. “If you would, we have a sitting area right over here where we can discuss everything and any questions you might have about the process?” he gave a flourish of his arm to indicate the chairs in the corner. “Jimmie, dear, could you grab all the paperwork we’ll need? I’d like to show all the different plans to our guests.”
He turned on his heels and walked quickly towards the chairs and table that were always prepared for potential clients creeping in. Jimbo liked to think of the area as his office, mostly because he was the love doctor and he was definitely in. “Coffee or tea, Mister and Miss?” Jimbo let both hang so he could hear the names from the people themselves. Obviously the woman was a Weasley, but the man was posing a problem.
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online Apr 12, 2024 14:10:27 GMT -7
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Jun 13, 2019 8:52:17 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Jun 13, 2019 8:52:17 GMT -7
IT WAS LIKE WATCHING A PLANE CRASH, JIMMIE thought as she stared with open disgust. She'd never liked the group that Ondina had run with. Bullies, she thought bitterly. Though, Jimmie had never been targeted, she felt the sting of her invisibility as they both waltzed in with only eyes for the main man - her father. They knew exactly what they wanted, apparently. And Jimmie felt a shiver creep up her spine at their expressions. Ondina's twisted smile and his dull, lazy eyed stare. As if he wasn't even there in spirit.
Blinking rapidly as she was addressed, Jimmie jolted in to movement. Her father, ever the professional, greeted them both with his honest zeal as he directed Jimmie and ushered them over to the clean, comfortable sitting area. It always smelled like freesia's due to the permanent bunch in the bowl on the table. Jimmie had always hated them. She disappeared in to the back with a fake gag, gathering the pile of detailed packages each in clear plastic wallets. But, she didn't linger behind the scenes, almost unable to hide her vicious curiosity as she reentered the main atrium briskly.
"Got em!" She declared, waving the thick packets in her hands as she rounded the desk. Neither appeared to acknowledge her yet, as if she were nothing but a house-elf on duty. She hovered behind her father as he offered them refreshments, watching with keen eyes as she thought about all the things she'd say if she were writing an article about this very moment. They wouldn't be kind words, that's for sure. She side-eyed her father with a cringing mouth, feeling the sudden urge to laugh, but stifling it behind the plastic wallets. "Or water!" She added with a high, forced voice. "We have water..."
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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last online Apr 18, 2024 5:03:58 GMT -7
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Jul 7, 2019 16:12:18 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Jul 7, 2019 16:12:18 GMT -7
01.04.2025 Ondina was so fucking proper that it made his skin crawl. The way she flipped that switch on without batting an eye was absolutely terrifying, and Renard was starting to wonder when he’d have to go out and hunt her down for his job. There was absolutely no way the girl wasn’t some sort of demihuman, and the more time he spent with her the more he felt like he was about to come to some sort of revelation that this was all going to be one big mistake. But it was too late to back out now, and she even went as far as to loop her bony arm around his. He was probably going to need anti-venom just from skin to skin contact with her, and that was something considering it was coming from him. Renard tended to feel better about his actions and how he treated others after interacting with his soon to be betrothed. Not vindicated; no, he was far away from ever feeling that. Too much time had been spent getting to where he was and that sort of thing was years down the road.
And of course Blishwick was as chipper as could be humanly possible. The git looked just like he did on his advertisements that were plastered literally everywhere: the exact same grin stretching from ear to ear, unnaturally pearly white teeth (that Renard assumed he had to charm to achieve that degree of whiteness), and a matching head of bleach blond hair. Even if it was all fake, the man had to keep up his charade of being overly charismatic to match the image he had built for himself. Renard sort of doubted that though.
He led Ondina towards the sitting area that Blishwick had pointed them towards and took his seat, leaning slightly forward in his chair as he watched the girl that was helping Blishwick run off to grab the paperwork. He assumed that it had to be the matchmaker’s daughter because nobody in their right mind would think of this as a career otherwise. It was too niche, made specifically for the man in charge. Renard made a mental note to remember to ask Bryelle if there were any Blishwick kids in school till, because the girl definitely looked like she was still a Hogwarts student. Poor thing, being forced to work with her father.
“Goyle. Renard Goyle,” he gave his name, holding his hand out for Blishwick to shake. He’d let Ondina give her own damn name, since he was positive he would get an earful later on if he didn’t let her do her own thing. “Coffee is fine,” he added, not bothering to look the little Blishwick in the eyes as he said it. His business was with Blishwick and Ondina, and keeping her out of it was fine with him.
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
217 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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Aug 12, 2019 17:52:48 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Aug 12, 2019 17:52:48 GMT -7
THE ROOM THEY WERE PROMPTLY USHERED INTO was plain like a healers office. But, Ondina had expected a more garish display. It was all far more professional than she'd bargained for, and they were attended to with the type of charm only businessmen could wear. She felt her curiosity climb as she looked for smudges on the pristine polished floor. She found none and made one with the toe of her heel instead. It made her feel better, more in charge.
"Ondina Weasley," She introduced herself with an air of superiority. Shaking her red hair over her shoulders as she raised her chin and did not offer her hand to shake. She let Renard play the businessman. Ondina didn't feel the overwhelming desire to outwardly dominate, though she certainly would. She wanted to appear besotted with her fiance, leaning in to his side and daring him to lean away from her. She knew he wanted to.
And of course, when Ondina was forced to acknowledge the little scuttling infant that came along with Blishwick she did so with complete disdain. Her nose turned up as she cast a blank stare at the short, doughy armed girl with the severe blonde bob. It didn't suit her face at all, Ondina thought, and tried to remember to mention to her at some point should they ever have a reason to speak. "Is it filtered?" She asked blankly, her eyes cold. Ondina didn't drink tap water. "I have allergies." She explained with a sniff before turning away, utterly impressed by what she'd seen.
For Mr. Blishwick, Ondina beamed, her eyes on the packets the girl had handed him. She knew that it would be outwardly important to him that this appear authentic, and though she put no faith in Renard to manage such a feat, she knew she could do it with her eyes closed. Even if she did appear snooty and difficult. That shouldn't matter to Blishwick as long as he got paid. "Shall we get right to it?" She crossed her legs and clasped her knee. "We're ever so eager to make plans." She nudged Renard's shoulder with a light giggle, daring him to react with anything but adoration. "Send out save-the-dates!"
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jimbo brian blishwick vi
HOGWARTS ALUM BLISHWICK MATCHMAKING SERVICES OWNER HAPPILY EVER AFTER PIZZA EMPORIUM OWNER SPELLBUCKS OWNER LOVE WEAVER
133 posts
played by Colin
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last online Apr 18, 2024 5:03:48 GMT -7
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Aug 12, 2019 21:59:07 GMT -7
Post by jimbo brian blishwick vi on Aug 12, 2019 21:59:07 GMT -7
01.04.2025 “Thank you,” Jimbo flashed his daughter a grin as she brought him the packets of paperwork he had requested. Gently laying them out on the table in front of them, Jimbo extended his own hand out to shake Renard’s. “Pleasure. It’s been a while since I’ve done business with either of your families. Your mother wouldn’t happen to be Natalie, would she, Miss Weasley? While I went to school with your parents as well, Mr. Goyle, I believe Mrs. Weasley was much closer in age to myself. Anyways, enough reminiscing.” Peeling open the envelopes that the paperwork was secured inside of, Jimbo allowed the young couple put in their orders for drinks, Goyle asking for coffee, and Weasley with…filtered water because she had allergies. Merlin’s scraggly beard, Jameson hadn’t been kidding about this one. How she was a product of the Weasley clan was beyond him, but in his experience they were all a fairly normal family. Apparently a few odd balls had to break through though, and this was nothing short of that. If she was attaching herself to a Goyle, then there was definitely a sense of entitlement that the Weasleys he knew either lacked or didn’t care about. Humble and Weasley tended to go hand in hand, after all.
Looking up from the packets to Jameson, Jimbo gave her a telling look, one that he hoped she would get immediately. They were really going to have to play these two up and do their best not to crack under whatever it was that was getting flung at them. Fake smiles were thankfully Jimbo’s second best seller. “We have Ogden’s purified water, or if you like muggle bottled more, there’s…” he snapped his fingers a few times to try and remember the name of the stuff he had stocked for the primadonna clients like Miss Weasley. “Veen! That’s what it’s called. From a spring in Finland. Makes tap water look like its sludge from the bottom of a cauldron. Personally, I can’t discern between the two, but it’s certainly filtered.”
Returning to the packets while he waited for Miss Weasley to tell Jameson which water she wanted (it was all the bloody same at the end of the day), he pushed both towards their respective signers. “Well, luckily it’s a fairly simple process. I’ll need both of you to read over the disclaimer on the front first, and if you have any questions about it, I’ll answer those before you sign right there at the bottom.” He leaned over and tapped the signature line on Goyle’s packet. The disclaimer essentially dictated Jimbo’s services and to what extent he would be assisting them in the process. It covered bad faith claims and the likes, and how they would have a period in which they could have the marriage annulled in case things didn’t pan out. At the very bottom, above the signature line, was his fee, and that was basically it. “Once that’s done, we’ll have you fill out all of your personal details, name, date of birth, address…the usual. There are other additional pieces to it as well, if you want me to officiate or send out the invites, things like that. If you already have someone in mind or want to do that yourself, obviously that works just as well for me. But first, go through the disclaimer and I’ll get to any questions you have about that.”
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online Apr 12, 2024 14:10:27 GMT -7
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Aug 22, 2019 7:53:55 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Aug 22, 2019 7:53:55 GMT -7
JIMMIE WATCHED WITH BARELY CONTAINED disgust as her father fanned out the packets on the table in front of them. Ever the artiste. And he filled the tense silence between them all with inane chatter. Jimmie had never imagined Ondina had a mother. She'd always assumed the girl had hatched under a bridge somewhere, or attached herself to an unwilling host like the parasitic, snake-like creature she was. The thought alone made Jimmie snicker, and she turned her head, her lips turning white as she pressed them so tightly together.
The water - filtered of course - was the least of Jimmie's worries as she stood patiently awaiting instruction. It was her dad's job to play hostess, Jimmie just had to bring all the tools he'd need to keep them happy. A couple glasses of water she could do. Ondina seemed to spend an awful lot of time considering the two options, but in the end, her blank stare pinned Jimmie as if she were just noticing her for the first time and wondering what on earth she was doing standing in front of her, doing nothing. "The water, Miss Weasley?" Jimmie echoed slowly, so she might understand. Ondina waved her off with an exasperated huff. "Oh, for goodness sake, just bring both!" A terse dismissal if ever she'd heard one.
Leaving the room, Jimmie spent her entire walk to the break room imitating Ondina's high, nasally voice. As if she were a cartoon on muggle television. She turned with an ice cold glass of both Veen and Ogden and a steaming, clear mug of black coffee on a round, mirrored tray. They were nothing if not stylish. She set it on the table between them, but Ondina paid neither of them any mind. The sheer ignorance rankled Jimmie. She wasn't used to being so utterly ignored. "Your highness..." She mumbled under her breath, curtsying as she stepped back. What would she do? Bully her in her father's shop? Doubtful. Jimmie felt terribly powerful for a moment, and then she saw her father's strained face.
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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last online Apr 18, 2024 5:03:58 GMT -7
MINISTRY
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Sept 26, 2019 20:16:51 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Sept 26, 2019 20:16:51 GMT -7
▲ Renard should have prepared himself better. He should have known that Ondina was going to be mental throughout this whole meeting. He was already second guessing even bringing her here in the first place. From the moment she gave her name to Blishwick to when she started going off about purified water and her blasted allergies, Renard’s tongue biting commenced. They weren’t even a solid minute into it, and he could tell there was going to be a permanent impression in his tongue from biting down on it and a sore jaw from clenching it too hard. Keeping his mouth shut and putting on a face wasn’t what he was used to, and he should have known better. There were too many should haves already and it was going to give him a headache for the rest of the day no matter what the outcome of this meeting ended up being. Blishwick seemed to take it all in stride though, as he was probably used to head cases like Ondina waltzing in and demanding silly things like purified water and the likes. He even had it prepared! Matchmaker extraordinaire indeed, the man might as well be the god of love and idiots, because he knew how to handle both in stride. If he had been this enthusiastic around anyone other than Ondina, Renard would have taken pleasure in talking down to him, maybe even criticizing the people that needed his services, but this was absolute gold and he was one-hundred percent fine seeing someone unaffected by the redhead’s ‘charm’. The Blishwick child didn’t have her father’s tact yet, but her own quip was certainly worth it. Renard sat through all of this grinning, giving the girl a thanks as his coffee arrived. “Of course. Save the dates,” he smiled in return to Ondina as she nudged his shoulder. Renard needed to sell it though, and reached out to take her hand, giving it a nice squeeze that was definitely harder than he would normally do to someone. Picking up the paperwork that Blishwick had explained in detail, Renard read it thoroughly, only pausing slightly on the paragraph about bad faith arrangements. Well, that was surely something he hadn’t expected. This man had literally everything written down in his contracts. The funny thing was that he and Ondina were definitely not the first, nor the last to try this. Renard was positive of that. Blishwick was simply the official stamp that would make his parents buzz off. “I think I understand everything in it,” Renard responded as his eyes flicked from the paper to Blishwick, and then back over to Ondina. “How about you, love? Anything stick out to you?” MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
217 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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last online Apr 18, 2024 5:30:12 GMT -7
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Oct 31, 2019 18:17:45 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Oct 31, 2019 18:17:45 GMT -7
IT WAS QUITE OBVIOUS THAT ONDINA ENJOYED the fuss made over a new customer. These high end establishments catered to the most ridiculous of demands, and she was certainly not going to let an opportunity like such die in her presence. Plus, the skinny little blonde had such a look on her face when she delivered her water that she felt not an inch of remorse. This was the kind of life Ondina wanted, she'd use it as she wished. She unscrewed the top off the bottle of Veen and gave it a sniff. It smelled like the crispest mountain air, like sheer purity. She didn't even take a single sip, her face blank as she placed it back on the table top, the cap rolling to the floor. She did not say thank you.
However, Ondina was no pretending when she carefully listened to Blishwick's careful explanation of his rules and regulations. Opening the packet in her lap to begin reading before he'd even fully finished what he was saying. Renard could do this bit, the chit-chat and the brown-nosing as they pretended to be a loving couple. His hand was horribly warm when it wrapped around hers. One might have called it pleasant, but her own were so cold that it was like fire and ice. Plus, he was squeezing awfully hard. She lifted her head, shaking a strand of flaming hair away from her eyes as she pasted on her best smile and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Hard enough that her front teeth gnashed against the slash of his cheekbone. She wanted to nip him in retort but refrained, leaving a red stain instead.
"It all sounds wonderful," She sighed in her best rendition of dreamy adoration. "I'm just excited to plan the whole affair!" She declared with a tinkling laugh, punctuated slightly by her roughened, cough-prone voice. She appeared to be the brainless type, excited only to plan a party, but in reality in her brain was running over such things as 'bad faith agreements' and the like. Blishwick was smart, he'd been duped before. And Ondina shivered with excitement. He would be duped again, she reckoned. And this time, they would win. Or rather, she would. "Just give me a pen and tell me where to sign!" Her teeth were unnervingly white paired with her lipstick. They were still holding hands.
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jimbo brian blishwick vi
HOGWARTS ALUM BLISHWICK MATCHMAKING SERVICES OWNER HAPPILY EVER AFTER PIZZA EMPORIUM OWNER SPELLBUCKS OWNER LOVE WEAVER
133 posts
played by Colin
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last online Apr 18, 2024 5:03:48 GMT -7
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Nov 2, 2019 21:31:32 GMT -7
Post by jimbo brian blishwick vi on Nov 2, 2019 21:31:32 GMT -7
▲ Jameson had disappeared for only a short amount of time into the back room, but Jimbo could only imagine what his daughter may have been thinking of throughout it. Was this been the first time she had been in when former classmates of hers had come in to set up an arrangement? He couldn’t recall, with how many there had been over the last few years. But she knew the Weasley girl, and the warning that had been given about her before the couple entered the store was still floating around in the back of his mind. The Goyle child certainly had a name that warranted its own questions, but there was no telling if he was following in his forefathers’ footsteps or not. Jimbo wasn’t as ignorant of the politics that were playing out in front of him as his customers thought he was. His whole business was to listen to and understand people – everything he heard was locked inside his brain, ready to be used at any given moment if it meant helping out a customer. That also meant he was good at figuring out folks when they came in. Jameson had been correct at the start of all this: this was certainly an odd couple. If they were serious about this whole thing, they were definitely trying to oversell it to him. At the least, they were doing this on their parents’ orders and trying to beef it up to convince him as well. Jimbo could play that game no problem, if that was what they wanted to do. His daughter returned quickly with both glasses of water and the coffee, even going as far as to use the best serving tray and glasses they had. Smart kid. “Thank you dear,” Jimbo immediately said as he heard Jameson starting to mumble something to the Weasley girl, his eyes flashing up to her. If they were indeed playing a game, the Blishwicks weren’t going to stoop to that level, at least not yet. Jimbo had other, more formal ways to go about that. And they were fast approaching that portion of the meeting. Goyle said that he understood everything on the contract as the Weasley girl ignored the water, instead opting to read over the contract as well. Jimbo didn’t blink as he watched the little show go on in front of him, showing his pearly white grin the entire time. The lipstick stain left on Goyle’s cheek was going to be the ultimate test for the couple. His reaction would really tell Jimbo what was going on here, and if it was an earnest reaction from the boy then the matchmaker was positive he wouldn’t have to worry about anything moving forward. Though he doubted that would stop them from signing the paperwork. He wasn’t going to stop them if they really wanted to do this, whatever the reason for that may be. “Yes! Pens…let’s see here…” Jimbo motioned with his hands in front of his suit jacket and conjured two pens from seemingly nowhere. It was a muggle magic trick he had learned, and it still seemed to grab the attention of the most stone-faced of clients. He handed one to each of them before continuing, “So you’ll sign, print, and date down there at the bottom where it says to. I assume both of you have used legal binding pens before, yes? If not, should the contract between the two of you be broken, a bright red stamp voiding this out will appear on your paperwork. Pretty simple stuff. And then after that, you can use those to fill out the personal information in that second packet.” Jimbo leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs once again as he waited for the pair to finish with their paperwork. Nothing harmful would come of them if they broke the contract, though there was a small fee for it depending on how far along things were. Calling weddings and engagements off wasn’t a cheap thing to do after all, and cancelling vendors and venues came with a real world cost. But they had read over the contract already, and thus, knew what they were signing away. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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