Greg frowned, his mind slowly processing this new comment. "You're not a Weasley?" He was never quick to change his mind once it had been made - but maybe she was a more distant relation, one who was as disapproving of the Weasley's current behaviour as the rest of the purebloods were. "Good," he said decisively, when he'd finally made up his mind. "I didn't even want to see any today but I had to come here to get something." He was still suspicious enough not to want to say 'my journal'. Even if he didn't really use it the way that word implied, he still didn't go around just telling strangers about his life. Much. "And then George made me work!" he added, frown deepening as he glanced back at the shop. "He should pay me. But he won't." Unless maybe Greg could get Pansy to make George pay. That was an idea worth considering.
"Who are you, then?" he asked, looking the woman up and down. She didn't look familiar to him, but Greg quite easily forgot faces of people he didn't consider important. "I'm Goyle."