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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Though Greg didn't have any of Theo's social anxieties, he nodded his head in agreement. He liked knowing what he was supposed to do and where he was supposed to be and who was expected to show up. This was all too new and strange. "I like not having to dance," he observed. He never felt less graceful than on the dance floor with some elaborately dressed lady who was wrinkling her nose up at his clumsy steps. "But I wish it was just us." Greg was largely oblivious to the fact his mother was attempting to make his birthday into a political statement and tended to put down the new guests to her relationship with MacMillan.

"I need some food," Greg decided, since that was by far the easiest way to cheer him up. "I wanted cake, but it's too early." He moved into the kitchen proper, glad to see there were no other occupants. Deeming it safe, he left Theo's side to start adding titbits to a plate. "You sure you don't want anything?" He filled his glass with a generous pour of whiskey as well, then returned to his position by the door, leaving the plate nearby on the counter. He wanted to ask about the house elf that Theo had mentioned, but he let it be for now knowing that if Theo couldn't find one, for whatever reason, that Draco would help out.