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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Blessedly, Greg was sufficiently emotionally unintelligent that he didn't notice anything off about the house-elf he'd been gifted. "I'll think of something," he said, putting the actual thought process off for the time being. Greg liked to take his time over his thoughts, and the pressure of Theo watching him - even though he was a friend - was enough to make him wait. "Does he need a bed?" Greg had never taken much interest in his mother's household, and didn't know how these things worked. "And food?" He had more questions, but he held them in for now, knowing how much he hated to be peppered with lots of questions at once.

Greg shrugged of Theo's apology. It wasn't his fault, after all, and Potter hadn't bothered him that much. "He was drunk," he said, still frowning slightly. "It was just weird. Why would he say that?" Greg didn't think of himself as attractive - and the idea that anyone else would, let alone Potter, was a new one. He'd never been a dating prospect for any of the Slytherin girls, too slow and stupid to match up to Blaise or Draco. He stepped forward, scrunching the note in one hand to take the charms. More presents were always welcome, Greg loved gifts of all kinds. "What are they?"