"Right, okay. Percy." Greg flashed a tiny, unsure smile. "We used to call you Prissy back in school. Pretty dumb, right? At least it wasn't as bad as what we called most other people."
Greg sipped his drink, shrugging his broad shoulders heavily at Percy's surprise. "I was always shit at magic anyway," he said easily. "Wasn't like no one back in the Wizard World was gonna give a guy like me a job and a chance. Anyway my dad's place was in a mostly Muggle city so it just kinda happened." A laugh got startled out of him by the second question. "Married? Me? Nah. Never wanted that. My folks fucking well hated each other, didn't seem all that great. Mostly I hung around the house thinking I was gonna get arrested once the aurors caught up, and then after a while I had to go get a job to get money for food and all, and that's where I've been ever since." He nodded at Percy. "What about you? Bet you got married and were all respectable and everything."
He blinked. "Chocolate lake? bloody well figures I miss a chocolate lake but I'm here for evil zombie fuckers."