Greg turned his head at his name and smiled. "Zabini." He had noticed Blaise's absence the last few weeks, and was pleased to see him back. "Good," he answered, catching himself before he could start talking about his new job with Romilda. He wasn't very good at lying, and on the whole it was just easier not to talk. She was still easing him in to what his eventual duties would be, and he was keeping his job with the Weasleys - for now. "I'm looking forward to Quidditch."
Greg stood up, moving to hover near Blaise. He left his possessions on his table, in case he needed to return to it - he didn't want anyone else thinking they could just sit down there. "How are you?"