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, |
Not knowing what to say to that, Greg shrugged again. His own parents had been only too pleased to send him off to Hogwarts and let someone else mind him for a while. His mother had never been like Draco's, sending sweets and letters and news. He smiled more genuinely when he thought of Narcissa, who'd always included something chocolatey for him and Vince along with all Draco's favourites. "You've just got her?" he asked, more because he felt he should say something than because he was actually interested. He'd already forgotten the girl's name. L-something he thought. Laura? Lauren? It probably didn't matter.
He made a vague gesture to the Skiving Snackboxes he'd been restacking. "Just keeping things tidy until more customers come in." He glanced once more at the cash register, still preferring to avoid it if he could. "Do you want a receipt?" If Percy didn't, maybe he could just put Percy's money in with the next customer's. Then at least he would only risk getting his fingers snatched off once. So far, Percy seemed far more polite than Potter had, congratulating him on his position rather than suggesting he might loose it any moment. Greg mentally put it down to Pureblood manners. Potter had been raised by muggles, hadn't he? "Thank you. Maybe I could move the Canary Cremes to a higher shelf." It was his own way of showing gratitude, and indicating that he wouldn't object if Percy and his daughter came in again.