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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Greg snorted, not unfamiliar with Marcus's protective side, but fairly certain he could look after himself when it came to Mrs McHavelock. And if he couldn't, he had both Marcus and Pansy to turn to. "I'm just glad she doesn't live here." It was bad enough that she would be downstairs in the shop most of the time, having her actually live in the building would be awful.

"That's good, isn't it?" Greg asked, confused by the fact Marcus was frowning over Davies being back for next week. "It's not good to be out for too long." Not only because of the games that he might miss, but because without training he could get out of practice. Anything longer than a couple of weeks could wreak havoc.

Greg let Marcus steer him towards the door, pausing only to ward the flat behind him. He had basic wards up all the time, to keep anyone but those he trusted most from apparating into his flat. He added extra layers when he left, just in case. "I'll drink to that," he said when he'd finished. "And to hoping she doesn't find another excuse to drag me shopping until Christmas."