In Which Greg Has A FanClub

Greg Sanders happened to be what one might to refer to as a social butterfly. He was popular, there was really no other way to put it.
Colin Creevy, always one to capitalize on the success of others, saw a market among the Hufflepuff House, where Greg was particularly popular, for a Greg Sanders Fanclub.
Greg, the aspiring celebrity, was tickled at the concept. "I am the great Greg Sanders. Behold."

'Greggo Wear', Key chains, buttons, hats. Little moving figurines like at the Quidditch world cup. Official t-shirts, and headshots available for Greg's waiting autograph.
Hodges' sour expression was pretty clear about how he felt about all this fuss over his fellow labrat. Of course, David was never one to limit himself to sour expressions. During one of Greg's autograph signing stints David stumbled upon one sunny afternoon, he overheard a couple of Hufflepuff 5th years giggling to each other.

"...And then he stared deeply into my eyes as he gave me his autograph!"
"The only reason Sanders would stare deeply into your eyes is because he hopes to see his own reflection." David snapped, before turning on his heel in disgust and escaping to Snape's laboratory.

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Greg's light attitude was, in some ways, a relief from the constant stress of teaching and learning about forensic science. Especially when Aurors were coming into the castle every day with reports of more Death Eater attacks.
Snape, however was still not accustomed to Greg's...mannerisms.
"So...then you put the thing over here,and fill out the rest of the report," Greg explained to an unenthused Snape,"Ok...now let's take a break from teaching you stuff. How 'bout you teach me something? Like...magic?"
Snape glared at Greg,"You don't have the head for it. Not to mention the small but significant detail...you are a muggle."
"Details." Greg washed his hand in the air."Teach me how to make a potion."
"No."
"Aw, c'mon...it'll be fun. Teach me how to make a love potion." Greg pressed, and wiggled his eyebrows at David, who rolled his eyes.
"Love potions are not allowed at Hogwarts." Snape snapped.
Greg squinted, trying get around that detail, "What if--ah, my head hurts."
"That's Potter's line." Snape muttered.
David quirked an eyebrow.
"If you want to buy a love potion, you can...but as I said, they aren't allowed on the school grounds." Snape turned away from the other two men.
"The Weasley twins have a joke business...they might know..." David's mouth engaged before his brain went into gear.
"Great idea, Hodges!" Greg tried to hug him, but David's palm against the DNA tech's forehead was a successful deterrent. Greg shrugged it off and bounced out of the lab.
Snape looked at David in silent incredulity.
David frowned,"Well, he's gone...isn't he?"
Snape raised his eyes towards the ceiling and took calming breaths...