A / N : Goyle Senior, the father of the Goyle in Draco's era. Written on a strange whim. Reviews?
Goyle Sr.
Everyone thinks they're stupid, him and Crabbe. And it's true. They are.
They aren't what they've always called "book-smart". They were terrible at Hogwarts. They scarcely scraped through their OWLs.
They're not clever with words, like Lucius Malfoy.
Not terrifyingly adept at curses, like Bellatrix.
Not smart enough to sense trouble brewing.
Not sharp enough to make snap decisions.
Not quick enough on the uptake to avoid their master's ire.
Not creepily devoted enough to placate him again, like Bellatrix, or that Crouch kid.
Not very good at keeping their mouths shut, or ducking when curses start flying, or talking their way out of trouble. Not much of anything, really.
No, Goyle thinks, huddled in a corner of his cell. They aren't anything, really, him and Crabbe.
Not much of anything. Not clever. Not smart. But that doesn't mean they hurt any differently to the people who are. It just means that no-one will ever know.
Because they will never have the words to express it.