Greg eyed his mate suspiciously. Since when did Vincent Crabbe not mind having an extra female shoe-horned into his life?
"Sometime, yeah, but not this soon." He reached for Vincent's discarded green beans with the automatic reflex of long association. Greg ate slowly, mind-churning back over things he'd been contemplating since learning about the AMP. "This means babies, you know." And wasn't that a terrifying notion? He clearly remembered Gretchen and how tiny and very loud she had been.
"Mine's not quiet." That didn't bother him; he'd years of Gretchen-sitting to get used to an endless stream of words and perfecting the ability to nod and grunt at appropriate intervals.