Griffin Dukelow

Today was my first day as an employee at Zonkos.

It's nothing glamorous, but it was, surprisingly, more than tolerable. It was actually fun. They pay, of course, is abysmal, but it should appease my parents. At least it will cover half my rent and most my food and art supplies. I have sold a few paintings--for knuts, really, but sold nonetheless--and will be starting a night workshop on potraits soon. And I've been practicing my figure sketches.

I am feeling very proactive today. Accomplished. Hopeful.

Though, of course, nothing ever seems to get better so far as society goes. I wonder sometimes why I even came back to England at all, aside from the fact that it's home. But I suppose it's rather like the reason I paint, or the reason I chose to aplly at Zonkos: I would like to do my part to counteract the destructivity of war with the creativity of art and laughter.

...And that is why I don't speak much. I sometimes say things in the most pretentious way without even meaning to.

[Private to Celeste]

I helped all week to clean up that disgusting mess the werewolf attack made of Hogsmeade, and I really, really need to look at something that makes my stomach turn in a good way, instead of a bad way.

Would you like to go for tea again? It'd be nice to see you.

Just as friends, of course, because I know you're engaged. How is that going, by the way?

[End Private]

Now that Hogsmeade is returning to some semblance of normal after... well, the last full moon, I need to get a real job.

Anyone hiring?

Took me long enough to get one of these things. I've been back for three months already, and have been told they're all the rage. It seems quite interesting, I will say that.

Parents want me to spend more time at home. I tell them I spend plenty of time at home, and they tell me they mean home, not my flat. I've been here for six months now, you'd think they'd accept it. I wonder how long it'll take them to realize I haven't considered their place home since I went to Hogwarts? Ponder, ponder.

Still, suppose I can make an appearance for dinner. Maybe I can convince mum to give me the family recipes this time. I've been craving a good shepherd's pie, but the recipe I has just doesn't quite have what it takes.

I'll have to stop for paint on my way. I'm amost out of three of my colours, and I need some new brushes. I had a little fit and broke a bunch. Yeah... I deal well with frustration. But the end result was kind of awesome, at least. Mum and Dad probably won't think so.

And I'm getting really sick of casting silencing spells. Whatever that high-pitched, not-quite-music monstrosity is... stop. I'm looking at you, neighbour.

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Who: Griffin Dukelow and Celeste Lestrange
What: Old acquaintances reconnect
Note: This is not considered official backstory because we god modded the character Evan Travers for test logging purposes without consulting the player in the slightest. This is to be considered a general idea only, not official!
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

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