Greg ducked his head when Millicent said she was speaking to him, but didn't bother answering since she was already talking to Nikolas.
He hid a little grin at Nikolas's answer, knowing exactly the dip in the ground by the stands where that mud puddle was. At least, the mud people he or Vince usually ended up in.
He almost looked told Nikolas about that. Just told him that it happened to him sometimes too or whatever, but he stopped himself. Wasn't like people didn't already know he was a great clumsy git, he didn't need to go making it any clearer.
He glanced over at Vince and the sixth year bloke a bit wistfully, but resigned himself to being the quiet spectator to another conversation he wasn't really part of.
No surprise in that, anyway, so he sighed and took up a great forkful of shephards pie and crammed it in his mouth, looking back at Millicent and Nikolas.