Short Character Stories (Mainly about Johnny Depp)

Grindelwald [Living Within A FanFic] (Part 8)

'She watched as Gellert Grindelwald left the bathroom in only a fluffy white towel and strutted into the bedroom. He then dropped his towel and used the towel to rub his hair dry...'

"Hey, what are you reading there?" Your dad  asked you. You were sat at the dining room table staring at your phone.

"Oh, just homework..." You panicked.

"You're an adult woman doing homework?" He questioned.

"Oh sorry. I meant work... just work."

"You don't have a job."

"Hmm, now I do. Anyway, I better go to my room now." You tucked your chair in and ran to your bedroom, then locked your door. You switched your light on and dived onto your bed.

You unlocked your phone and went back onto Wattpad.

Even when he wiped his hair dry, it still had wet parts in it. He then wrapped his torso up in the towel again then went back into the bathroom to shave the hair around his moustache. Grindelwald always suited the clean shaven look (apart from the  moustache of course). He then shaved a little in-between in his eyebrows and just above and below them to make sure they were ✨perfect✨. 

"Sarah!" Your dad called. "Come and help me with something."

You rolled your eyes so hard you gave yourself a headache then went back downstairs. 'Jeez' You thought.

You helped your dad with whatever he needed help with then you made your way back into your room. You dived back onto your bed again and continued to read.

Grindelwald put on his usual clothes, A navy blue suit, and added a little black scarf that he tied around is neck then tucked it into his shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. He went to the bathroom mirror to check himself out and fixed his hair to make sure it stood up as tall and pointy as ever.

a/n idk why but this picture made me laugh 😂

He looked so perfect (as expected). His hair smelt of coconut which made loads of sense as you couldn't think of anything else whiter than coconut when comparing it to his hair. 

'Damn it! Why can't real boys look like him?' You thought to yourself as you sat on your bed. 'He looks so perfect and blonde... and magical.' 

"Sarah!" Your dad called for you again.

You left your bedroom and looked over the banister and asked what was wrong. Your dad was at the bottom of the stairs looking up at you. "What are you doing? Come downstairs."

"Why, dad?"

"To be normal and coexist with your family!"

You pretended to vomit. "Why would I want to coexist with you?" You joked.

He rolled his eyes. "Why are you in your room anyway, what's so important in there?"

"You wouldn't understand." You began walking down the stairs a little. "You're too old to understand it."

"Try me."

"Hmm, I'm reading a story online about someone."

"Who, do I know them?"

"No of course you don't. He isn't like you."

"Is he famous?"

"No it's a character from movie."

"What movie."

"Dad! You wouldn't know it! You've never seen this movie."

"I might have, try me."

"Grrrr! It's Fantastic Beasts."

"Oh... that Newt Scamander guy?"

"NO! Well yes. He's in it, but not in the story I'm reading."

"Who are you reading about- don't tell me. Is it Hagrid?"

"No."

"Or Harry or Ron?"

"Nope."

"Who?"

"Gellert Grindelwald."

"Who on Earth is she?"

"Dad, it's a boy."

"Ohhh, who is he then?"

"He's a wizard-"

"A goodie or a baddie?"

"I dunno." You said. "What do you think?"

"Well is he mates with that old guy? Albus D-D-D-Dumbells or something."

You almost exploded with laughter. "Dumbledore?"

"Yes."

"They used to be friends."

"So he's a baddie?"

"Yeah."

"What does he look like?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"He has blonde hair that sticks straight up-"

"Like the Teletubbies?"

"Hmmm sure."

"And what else?"

"He has two different coloured eyes. One is blue and the other is white."

"What else."

"He is really pale and only wears black or navy colours."

"And he is friends with Voldemort?"

"No... he was alive way before Voldemort was born."

"So he was the original bad guy?"

You sighed. "Yes dad."

"Nice one... Anyway, come down here and tell us all about your little Grindelwald story..."

"Hmm. I don't think you'd approve of it..." You muttered to yourself as you went down the stairs.

The end