"I'm Goyle," Greg said, irritated. Couldn't Weasley keep his own siblings straight? "And I can't help you if you don't tell me what you want." Ron was always the last thing Greg needed - joint last, with Potter and the mudblood - but today especially.
Greg was about to turn away and go replenish the dungbombs (always the first job after a weekend, he'd learned) when Ron spoke again. "Who didn't tell me what?" he growled. Honestly, people thought he was stupid but Ron was being incomprehensible. "Did George hit you with a Confundus Charm on your way in?" He was honestly quite proud of that retort - even if he was paraphrasing something that had been said to him only a few weeks ago.