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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Greg grunted. Draco had always been convinced that Potter thought too much of himself, and here he was going on about how he was better than other people. Greg levelled him with a glare, conveying without words that he wasn't that impressed by Harry Potter, whether he'd defeated Voldemort or not. "She's on the other side of the shop looking at pygmy puffs," he said. "That's where the pygmy puffs are." Greg was not going to take responsibility for this. Not when she was obviously still intending to make a purchase. "I answered her question, that's all." And that was probably more words than Greg had ever exchanged with Harry Potter before today.

"Yeah," he said, though it was barely clear enough to count as a word. Yeah, he could need a job again and if he did he'd find one, or Pansy or Draco would find one for him. Greg was beginning to feel that this conversation had dragged on entirely too long. "Are you going to buy anything?" Though the words were blunt, his tone was not rude. Not that his tone was every exactly friendly.