Greg Goyle (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} goyle_g) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Greg frowned at Percy's words. He wasn't as stupid as some people thought he was, but it still annoyed him when others used fancy words when plain ones would do. It felt as though they were mocking him, expecting him not to understand. Honestly, in his school days that had been the reason, often enough. So he took extra time to mentally make sure he understood everything that Percy had said before he replied. "Thank you." He didn't feel very grateful, and his voice and the tense set of his shoulders made that feeling obvious - but he felt he had to acknowledge every part of Percy's statement. Much as he wanted to, he didn't know what else to say. He doubted he had the right temperament to work here, really, but it was a job and he'd needed a job.
Greg let Percy follow after his wayward daughter without following - glad to be free of the scrutiny - until he heard Percy's shout. He joined them quickly, wand out and ready for action before realising that the situation didn't truly merit the reaction. "It wears off," he pointed out, feeling as if he'd been summoned for nothing. Though, yes, George had taught him remedy, which Greg had picked up quicker than Weasley had apparently expected. He cast it now, wordlessly so he wouldn't get in trouble for spilling his employer's secrets. He shook his head as Lucy became a little girl again. "She shouldn't eat things she hasn't paid for." He was still puzzling over what the connection was supposed to be between Hufflepuff and canaries. Just because they were yellow? "Maybe she wants to be a bird, like Ravenclaw."