Ten years ago in the midst of Hogwarts Greg might have been expected to make some joke about the Weasleys and how they bred. That was what Draco liked picking on them for, at least, though Greg himself had a small family and sometimes wished for brothers and things. But things were different now. Draco was practically a Weasley himself. His hand clenched around his drink but he shrugged. "2006 back where I'm from," he said simply before blinking at Percy in surprise. "Travel? No, nothing like that. Just went home. Back to my dad's house, anyway. He was in jail, nobody was using it." He flushed as the words came out, wondering what the posh Weasley with his big happy family must think about people like him and his dad. "What about you? When are you from, I mean."