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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Having already declared it good that she wasn't a Weasley, Greg just nodded. Someone behind him shoved at him, trying to get closer to the shop window, or to see the sign, but Greg was immovable save for the fact he turned his head to glare at the frizzy-haired witch who instantly thought better of her course and side-stepped around him. "Edgecombe," he repeated - family name always being more important in the circles he'd been brought up in. It wasn't a name that meant much to him. Not one of the 'proper' purebloods, definitely, but maybe a lesser kind. He shrugged, deciding it was unimportant. That was what he was supposed to be doing, right? Not talking about blood purity anymore, unless it was a case of marriage or children.

"Yeah," he said. He would never identify himself as having been in 'Potter's year' the way some people did. It might be the most obvious reference, but Potter already thought entirely too much of himself. His eyes narrowed slightly. "What about you?" If she was another goody Gryffindor he was going to walk away and get back to his weekend, whether it was rude or not.