Greg had been working that day to tidy things up. His last attempt at trying to get Theo out of the hut had probably looked much like Theo holding onto the cat; but this time, Theo was the kitten and Greg the tender handed encourager trying to get him out not keep him in. After knocking over the table, scattering the books all over the small room, Greg had finally given up, and spent the remainder of the day (on Saturday mind you, trying to go do something out of doors) comforting him, soothing his bothered friend. They had spent hours, sitting on the floor or on the bed, with Greg reading to him, and singing to him, feeding him the pudding he liked and hot tea when he would take it. He realized that fighting Theo did no good; all it managed to do is send Theo straight into those mad terrors, and he wanted none of that.
Once he'd gotten Theo off to sleep, he'd spent some time cleaning, but he'd been exhausted and crashed only to wake up to realizing that he had to get it clean today. He wasn't too sure of Theo's mood, but Greg had kept his eye on Theo while he swept and moped, and set everything to right and absolutely spotlessly clean. At the knock, Greg kind of jumped a bit, and went to it, rushing to open it quickly and not keep them waiting.
"Hey. Hello. Come in, come in. He's....he's doing okay today," he said, gesturing to the interior of the hut as he moved to close the door behind the two men, "Draco, thank you for making it," he said, slightly awkward as he was face to face to his oldest friend, remembering briefly that Draco had read all that he'd written in his journal.
He looked at Snape and then Draco, "Where are my manners! Do you want something to drink maybe?"