Who: Greg Goyle and Open. What: Trying to get into the kitchen.n Where: Near the fruit painting. When: During the Halloween party.
It wasn’t that Greg had a problem with Halloween, he was actually rather fond of all the sweets, but Greg knew what people associated him with. He was everyone’s bad memory, he’d been just another Death Eater in training last year, hadn’t he? Or, at least that is what most people thought. Which is why he knew that if he’d shown up in a mask, thats immediately where peoples minds would go. He knew it. And he couldn’t blame them. He knew already that with everything going on people were already uncomfortable around him, as if they’d expected him to be behind some of the more uncomfortable things.
Greg didn’t fear going out by himself, no one would be stupid enough to mess with him, which honestly probably just made people suspect him more. But right now? Right now what he needed was a drink. Vince and Draco would know how to handle these sort of situations, but Greg didn’t. Which is why he was seeking out alcohol now. There was only one place he could think of-- the kitchens. They had to keep it on hand for the professors, didn’t they? Plus, they used it in cooking sometimes, so surely there must be something.
He knew there was a way into the kitchens, Vince had shown him at least a hundred times, but Greg had never really ever needed to go by himself and thus never particularly paid attention. So, he stood, staring at the painting of a bowl of fruit. It was something about the pear, wasn’t it? Or maybe it was the banana. He gave a slight noise of frustration as his hand moved up to touch on of the fruits.