"Well, I don't intend to show you my dick to prove you wrong, so you've got me there," Greg said, taking the pint of firewhiskey and eyeing the glass momentarily. "Souvenir from school?" He asked completely judging her, even if it was his house crest on the glass.
Greggie, who the fuck called him that other than Sera? It was odd hearing it come from the mouth of Katie Bell because all it did was make him think of Sera, Katie was definitely not Sera though.
Going back to discussing the potion, Greg simply nodded. "That was exactly what it was supposed to do. Only it led me here, rather than to Sera."
So did that mean that Sera wasn't pregnant? Or that Katie's bastardness was on a much larger scale at the moment? Greg didn't really know how the potion worked, to be honest, he hadn't even known about the damn potion until he was told about it in hopes that it would help him out.
"Wait a minute," Greg stated out loud, his thoughts finally catching up with the rest of their conversation. "If the potion wasn't defective, I think you just found your fucking answer about where you came from. And not only does it help you out, it helps me out as well, because if Sera is pregnant, he has no fucking room to say shit. He fucked around on mum with a mudbl," Greg stopped himself in mid-word and corrected, "with a muggle."
"And I don't care how fucked up that is on so many different levels, but to turn tail and act as if you never existed, that's an entirely new low for him."