"No, it's been perfectly brilliant." Draco answered with dripping sarcasm, but oddly didn't say a word about Goyle finally mastering a charm that most first years could cast in their second week of school.
A job? Why the hell would Goyle want one of those, he wondered. He'd always assumed Goyle would do just what his father did - act as a goon for The Dark Lord or higher families. Did the other Goyle have a day job, Draco wondered for the very first time.
He pushed the thought away and took the bottle, taking another drink - longer this time - and then passing it back to Nott. "And you, Nott? Sunshine and roses as well?"