G: George, Gin, and Gregory Goyle
"I jus… I just don't get it man." George told the bartender sadly. The bartender frowned at him.
"How many Gins have you had?" she asked warily. George frowned up at her.
"I'm not drunk, Rosemerta." He stated confidently, "One more please!"
"One more coffee." She told him, setting down a mug, "This isn't Hogshead." George frowned, and then noticed who was sitting beside him.
"Goyle?" he murmured. Gregory Goyle looked rather desolate. Having grown into his frame since Hogwarts, due to paying penance to the Ministry of Magic for his Death Eater past, he now resembled an American Football Linebacker.
"Hullo Weasley."
"George."
"Hello George." Goyle said agreeably, "what's wrong with you?" when George didn't respond, Goyle just smiled, "Woman troubles?"
"I try and I try, but I just can't seem to impress her." George admitted miserably.
"I know man. She likes him, but he just doesn't get her." Goyle said sadly. George paused, wondering weather Goyle had his own lady troubles, and "she has her own wonderful view of the world." Goyle said, "and he just supports the animals, I support… it all." He said, his gaze drifting over.
"Women. Too much trouble." George proposed, holding up his coffee mug. Goyle nodded, and bumped the mug with his own glass of what looked like fire whiskey.
Just then, the door opened, and a blonde form stormed in, "Greg!" Luna exclaimed. Goyle turned and stared.
"Luna?" he asked blankly, "what are you doing here?"
"Getting you." She said angrily, "you know that you have to work tomorrow – what do you think you're doing?" Goyle just gaped.
Luna was one of the few that decided not to go an extra year at Hogwarts to make up the 'Carrow Year'. She had, instead, gone on to work in the Ministry for the department of Magical Animals. Or something like that… George had no clue. Luna grabbed the hood of Goyle's robe and promptly dragged him from the bar.
Inspired, George stood, put a few galleons on the bar table, and walked over to the fireplace to Floo home. (Remember kids- never apparate intoxicated!)
He stepped out of the fireplace easily, startling Hermione who he caught at the table with a package of Oreos and some milk, "what're those?" he asked blankly. She smiled at him.
"These are Oreos- they're biscuits. Would you like one?" She stretched one out to him and George took it carefully.
"Thanks." He said after a pause. Hermione just smiled at him.
A/N: Sorry it took so long! I originally had a different ending for it, but I couldn't put it into text. Anyhow, I like this one xD so… yeah! :D
