Declan Lesley
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- Messages
- 238
- Age
- 8/2013
Declan removed his protective gloves and glasses from his face, and ran his fingers through his fluffy hair. He had been collecting pus for a while now, and had lost his tendency to flinch a while back. In fact, he rather liked to bubotuber plant, now. Even if it looked like some sort of weird grub crawling out from the ground and harbouring pimple inducing pus that the part-veela really did not want to touch. He carried the gasoline smelling pus to the other side of the greenhouse, and removed his overshirt and hanging it on the hanger. As he reached the house, he crinkled his nose when he realised that he still smelt of gasoline. One would think that he would get used to the smell, however, he had yet to do so, and he wanted nothing but to get away from the smell. He thought he would have the house to himself today, as Zane was off doing something. Declan had no idea what this mysterious thing Zane was doing was about, since the wizard had neglected to even give him a decent lie. Honestly, he didn't care anymore. He returned home most nights, and that was all that really mattered to Declan. If he pressed Zane for knowledge, it would only end in a fight, and quite frankly, Declan was happy to just be ignorant and not ask questions. It was easier to not bother than to try and get into Zane's head.
He passed Zane's office door and entered the lounge room through the kitchen, where he had made pasties earlier from boredom. When he first came here, cooking wasn't something he really did. But with all this spare time he had, with nothing to do but read and work around the garden, Declan was really starting to get into this whole cooking thing. It wasn't so bad. He had a vegetable patch, grew his own pumpkins, and snow peas and carrots and other such vegetables, even some fruit on occasion. He either worked in the greenhouse or in the kitchen these days. However, he walked into the lounge room so quickly that he nearly walked directly into Zane, who had been lurking near the archway. He stumbled to a pause and leapt back with his hand on his chest. "Merlin," he gasped, sitting back on the arm of the lounge and running his hands through his hair once ore. "Why do you do that? Just lurking around the house like a dementor all the time?" He cringed at the thought of dementors, and shook his head. It was fortunate that Zane had returned now, since Declan was feeling a rare amount of confidence today. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? I made pasties?"
He passed Zane's office door and entered the lounge room through the kitchen, where he had made pasties earlier from boredom. When he first came here, cooking wasn't something he really did. But with all this spare time he had, with nothing to do but read and work around the garden, Declan was really starting to get into this whole cooking thing. It wasn't so bad. He had a vegetable patch, grew his own pumpkins, and snow peas and carrots and other such vegetables, even some fruit on occasion. He either worked in the greenhouse or in the kitchen these days. However, he walked into the lounge room so quickly that he nearly walked directly into Zane, who had been lurking near the archway. He stumbled to a pause and leapt back with his hand on his chest. "Merlin," he gasped, sitting back on the arm of the lounge and running his hands through his hair once ore. "Why do you do that? Just lurking around the house like a dementor all the time?" He cringed at the thought of dementors, and shook his head. It was fortunate that Zane had returned now, since Declan was feeling a rare amount of confidence today. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? I made pasties?"