"I don't read enough to spend money on a subscription," Greg said. Quibbler or Prophet either one made no real difference to him although the Prophet had the better Quidditch section. But he'd been pinching his knuts long enough now that spending extra money on something that wasn't food or a trinket for his sister didn't really appeal to him.
His head cocked to the side. He'd never seen a girl willing to get down in the dirt to dig a hole like that. Greg squatted down next to her and joined the effort. Drakelet sat on his haunches and supervised until the hole was big enough and then he shoved his stick in and enthusiastically covered it up.
Standing, Greg offered Luna a dirty hand to pull her up to her feet.