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Greg Goyle (goyle_g) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Greg was not having a good week. His Wednesday evening plans with Millicent had been derailed when George had tricked him into accepting a Ton-Tongue Toffee. He'd been too stubborn to ask for help and had spent a good hour sulking in his flat waiting for the swelling to go down before deciding he needed a drink after all. He'd had more than one, actually, and had turned up to work Thursday with a splitting headache.

The day had got worse from there. Too many parents with screaming babies, or else older children who asked too many questions about the products. George had stepped out for five minutes at the end of the day to talk to a supplier and Greg had been stuck with the kid who thought eating a Puking Pastille was absolutely hilarious. Repeated cleaning charms had got the vomit off him but Greg hadn't felt clean.

He'd been in the shower over twenty minutes when he heard a knock at his door. He grunted as he scrubbed shampoo out of his hair - Mrs McHavelock could at least wait until he was clean before ranting at him. Finally, he wrapped one of the towels Pansy had bought him around his hips and moved to the door - pulling it open with a scowl.

"Potter." Great. The only thing that could possible make his day worse.