Re: (sorry about that! I felt like it needed a bit more! no harm no fowl)
Greg was looking down at his hands, a sour spot starting in his stomach, "Yeah, well the bastard got what he deserved. You reap what you sow or something like that," he said, "The old man was a bastard, and left me in there to rot for all he knew, his only surviving son. That tells you what a sick fuck he really was," and Greg looked up at Draco and flashed a mean smile, "Not to speak too evil of the dead."
"How's your mum doing?" he said, trying to change the subject as well. Draco's mom had always been the looker. It was a cheerful memory, her very very seldom visits to school, and Greg was proud when she remembered his name.