Gregory Goyle was minding his own business. He was in his workshop carefully making the cuts in the end of the boards that would make the sides and back of a new drawer for an old dresser. If he was off even a little bit, they wouldn't mate together properly and thus would have to be recut entirely.
That was why the Ferguson twins didn't interrupt him until after he had lifted his chisel from the wood. They'd learned the hard way that Greg's rare temper showed fiercely and quickly if he was startled into making a mistake. "There's a girl wanting you," said one twin. "A pretty one," chimed in the other. "A weird one," added the first.
Greg sighed and put down his tools. "Alright," he said simply before heading out onto the sales floor to find a pretty weird girl between a dining set and a cluster of odd chairs. "Miss Lovegood, the rocking chair's not done. I'll owl you when it is."