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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Had Greg thought about it, he wouldn't have expected anyone to come to his aid. Quite the opposite, in fact. If anything, he'd been prepared to be told to leave the premises by the bartender - who, he'd noticed, was both shorter and slighter than Greg and who'd have to get his wand out before he could do any real damage.

He glanced at the girl who'd spoken up, noting the red hair and wondering if this was yet another Weasley. He dismissed the thought after a moment. There were other people with red hair, and she'd spoken up for Marcus, something Greg was convinced no Weasley would do.

"I said he was a decent flier, didn't I?" the man who'd spoken against Marcus objected. "It's the rest of the team I worry about. Davies may be all cosy with Flint, but who else can have any pride in their team knowing what they're flying with?"

Greg's fingers tightened on his wand, anger and magic making his fingertips tingle. It enraged him that this man didn't even see him as a threat, and he wanted nothing more than to show him how stupid he was being. "Don't talk about him," he said, biting out each word. "Ever."