Re: (sorry about that! I felt like it needed a bit more! no harm no fowl)
Greg laughed, "But come on! It's funny as heck," he added, his chortling dying as he watched his formal friend, sitting in his finery. Greg wasn't envious, exactly; he'd never expected to be the kind of gentleman that Draco was going to be. Greg hadn't really thought too much about what his future would hold, back in school; it had changed slightly when he met Theo, shaped about the other boy. And there had been some fanciful notions of having some sort of power and prestige. That had been quickly changed.
He felt sort of grimy, sitting next to Draco, even though his clothes were clean, and he'd had a bath in the morning. He felt their difference then, acutely, and he wondered if it bothered Draco at all. He wondered idly if this was going to be the last time he would call on Draco. But then there was their plan, and Greg knew he'd be seeing him again.
"Blaise is playing Quidditch?" Greg pipped, his mind on the growing social gap that seemed to be forming a chasom right there in front of his eyes. Greg had never felt so poor in his life, not even in the last five years of being locked up, "Lucky bastard. But I didn't realize Vincent was still in there. I sort of lost track of him," he added, looking down at the glass he held that probably cost a mint.
Greg stopped speaking and just stared at Draco, as his mind turned; he was trying not to be bitter, cause it wasn't Draco's fault that he'd ended up on the top of the shit pile, while Greg had been forced to dig his way out of it. Greg's dad had done this to him, mostly, by leaving him a ruin of a fortune with no real hope of getting it repaired.