InsaneJournal

Who: Greg and open
What: Greg is thinking...
Where: Honeydukes, Hogsmeade
When: Friday 24th July, slightly before lunch
Rating: SFW for now

Greg had only recently come to understand that - as long as he didn't take too many - he actually got paid for his days off. It seemed crazy to him, that George Weasley should have to pay him for not working. For the first several months, he'd assumed that if he took a day off, he would lose that day's pay. It had only been when this assumption came up in conversation with his mother that she'd corrected him. So, with no small amount of glee, he'd booked today off and was privately thrilled that George would probably have to work the shop floor rather than continuing to develop new products.

Of course, Greg's planning hadn't stretched so far as to have any idea what he was going to do with his day off. He could probably have gone to see Draco, or Marcus, or Theo - but then he'd have to talk about the job Romilda had offered him. He'd promised her he'd get back to her as soon as he had talked to someone whose judgement he trusted - but he was putting it off. He didn't know how any of his friends would react, and that made him uncomfortable. He didn't like not knowing what to expect, especially with his friends.

Instead, he apparated to Hogsmeade and walked under a grey sky towards Honeydukes. He'd never liked Hogwarts much, nor Scotland in general, but Honeydukes was frankly superior to any other sweet shop and Greg fancied some dark, sticky toffees to chew. He was nearly at the door when he noticed that his shoe was untied and crouched down to fix it, the movement making him an obstacle that the person walking behind him would have to step around.