It hadn't lifted, this general overall irritation with everything in the world. Usually, once Draco returned and classes started, Greg would bounce back from his grumpiness. Maybe it was all of the crap with everyone fretting about the stupid Muggleborns; maybe it was the fact that he'd been shorted days on his holiday. For whatever reason, a cloud hung over his head. And to top it off, it had snowed, and was still snowing making it miserable outside. The weather had kept everyone inside and Greg had not been able to get outside and exercise.
He'd managed to spill his things from his bags when leaving class and had waved off the others, not interested in hearing any sort of jabs about what a klutz he could be. Thus, scowling and feeling more than a bit peevish, Greg had been left the classroom and ventured into a quiet hall way, deserted of most everyone. And that seemed to irritate him even. more.
Making his way towards the stairs, Greg caught sight of a solitary figure and he paused, recognizing the boy from somewhere. He stood still a moment, a thought tickling at his brain until it came into clarity with a sly smile starting to spread across Greg's face, replacing his scowl with a far scarier type of look. Glancing about and noting that there was no one there, Greg sauntered down the hall and stopped square in front of the other boy.
He reached out a boot and kicked the foot of Alfie, not hard but enough to move the boy' foot and leg.
"Don't know if we've been properly introduced and all. I'm Goyle. What do they call you Puff?"
His tone wasn't hostile, but his stance and proximity to Alfie was intention, designed to intimidate the other boy, who was sitting so he had to look up at Goyle.