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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"It seems alright." This was about as positive as Greg was willing to be on any new thing - even one recommended by friends. Over time, he'd solidify his assessment and decide how he felt one way or another. For now, he had beer and that was good.

He shrugged in response to the question. Marcus had already seen about as much as he needed to make an assessment. Mrs McHavelock didn't like him, he still didn't know where half his belongings were and he didn't understand why he had had to move out in the first place. Something about Dinnywick MacMillan, so Greg supposed he didn't like him either. It had been six years since his father's death but the idea of his mother with anyone else was almost as confusing as Pansy and Draco no longer being a couple. Maybe more so. She'd be Catherine MacMillan, which just didn't seem right. "It's hard to sleep," he admitted. His flat was too noisy outside and too quiet within. He was used to his mother's house with his mother in it and the house-elfs and nothing but country outside. Here, the building was empty at night apart from him but the club and the pub let noisy people out into the night.