If it hadn't been for Pansy's grip on his arm, Greg might have left. He wouldn't draw out of the competition entirely - not when he'd paid a whole galleon - but surely he and Pansy could find someone else to team up with? Gryffindor was bad, Auror was worse and Potter was worst of all. Greg's face was thunder as he approached, and he scowled at Hyperion, feeling like he'd been tricked.
He did, at least, have enough Slytherin instincts not to humiliate Pansy by suggesting they leave now. He might not understand why she wanted to go through with this, but it was obvious she did and she knew better, always. He continued to glare at Hyperion in silence - because his actions hadn't been 'nice' or 'accepting', they'd been a mistake! If he were alone, he would probably have said so, but letting Pansy do the talking came naturally. "We have to find a zoo," he announced, still not certain what a 'zoo' was, and not willing to risk making a fool of himself by stumbling over the word 'Herpetological'. The sooner they left not only would they stand more chance of winning, they'd also have to spend less time together.