"Ah, here comes trouble," Hyperion said quietly as he spotted Pansy Parkinson heading towards them, Gregory Goyle locked in a death grip of doom in towe. "Five galleons says she completely ignores you." He straightened up and pasted on the polite smile his mother had spent years drilling into him, just as they arrived.
He lifted an eyebrow at Parkinson's greeting, but held back any negative comment - her father had undoubtedly been a Death Eater, but there was no evidence to suggest that she had any leanings in that direction. Goyle he held in a somewhat more severe light, but was nonetheless willing to accept the apparent change of heart that occurred in him. "Pansy, how are you," he replied, nodding politely, before shooting Harry another vastly amused look. "So nice of you two accept two uh, Gryffindors into your team, aye?"