Greg blinked across the table as Millicent sat down. When she spoke he looked over instantly - he didn't figure Vince noticed, but it was always him Millicent was talking to when she talked to them at all.
But Vince was talking to one of the sixth year blokes about Quidditch or sommat, so Greg looked back at Millicent, uncertain. "'lo," he said back, reaching for a roll just to have something to do with his hands.
Which of course meant he had a cheek full of bread when Vaisey said something. He nodded back at him - he didn't mind Nikolas, not like some of the blokes in Slytherin who had to turn everything into a bloody game.
"All right," he grunted in answer when he'd swallowed the roll. He took in the dirt and grass covering Nikolas, but didn't ask - clumsy enough himself to have fallen in a few mud puddles, and he didn't like it when people stared at him for it.