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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Greg's posture relaxed when he spotted who it was. "Sorry." He didn't expect to see his friends in this place - most of them had no more desire to set foot in Weasley's stupid shop or buy his stupid products than Greg had - so of course he'd assumed it would be another annoying customer. "Didn't realise it was you. Customers keep coming in to shout. Weasel thinks it's funny." Or at least, that was the impression Greg had from the way the complaints were being dealt with. No compensation nor cure was being given so far as he'd observed.

"You can fix it if you find someone with the same problem," he explained, correctly assuming that the stammers in MIls' speech were chocolate-related. "You have to shake hands, or something." Greg wasn't sure how best to go about finding someone who shared the same condition - he hadn't given much thought to it, since he seemed to be immune from the effects. "Stay in here long enough and someone will probably come in."

At her comment, Greg looked down at the robes and scowled. He gotten to the stage where, except for the moment when he put them on in the morning he'd almost learned to forget about them. "I know," he agreed. "Everything about this place is so -" He caught himself before finishing the sentence, knowing that calling the shop 'stupid' in front of the Weasleys (again) was probably not a good idea.