Re: Daphne & Goyle & OPEN!
"Daphne Greengrass," Greg mimicked back to her, and he gave a small humored smirk and then let it die, "Yeah, I guess," and he glanced about to see who might be close to them, listening. He didn't exactly care, but he didn't want to call too much attention to himself.
"I thought the old geezer would be about forever," and he got a worried look on his face, worried that he might have pissed her off in some way. He didn't like messing with Daphne. He'd spent many, many hours watching her and studying her, like he did with most of the girls he was close to in proximity. She was beautiful, and could be calculated and cold, the epitome of a Slytherin. He still gravitated to her, and her type; they were like his mother, and on some primal level, he was like any other boy who wanted to find a girl just like dear old mum.
He walked along next to her, and then flustered out, "You look nice today," and then turned a shade of pink at his horror at openly complimenting her, "I mean, like always Daphne."