Greg lifted his head and looked around blearily. He had no idea who might be knocking as no one knew where he lived as of yet. when he heard another knock he sat up and jumped at the sound of the empty bottle hitting the floor. "Hell and damnation," he muttered, not caring that he was shirtless. It wasn't easy but he stumbled to the door and yanked it open. "Yes?"

Mandy stumbled back a step when the smell of alcohol hit her like a brick wall. "Yes, hi. I need directions." She smiled in what she hoped was a convincing manner and prayed that she hadn't made an error of judgement in choosing this particular building. She glanced down, but her eyes weren't there long before they shot back up to his face and a rosy blush filled her cheeks. She didn't have a lot of experience with half naked men.

Greg leaned against the door with with a wicked grin. He sort of remembered that he had promised to reform when he returned to England...the keywords being sort of. "I can try to help, love."

Her eyes strayed down to that marvelously ripped abdomen and then rapidly back up to his face again. "I can't seem to find this address," she mumbled, thrusting the paper toward him, while keeping her eyes above his shoulder and to the right.

Greg squinted in an attempt to bring the writing into focus. Being dyslexic on top of the entire bottle of Grey Goose wasn't helping at all. He took a deep breath and focused. Luckily he knew the general area around his flat and had memorized the street names before ever arriving back in England. "You're only two streets off. Take a left when you leave the building. Two streets down you'll want to go right."

Mandy nodded as he spoke, hanging onto his words as if they were a life raft. "Left, two streets, right. Gotcha. Thank you so much, I was rather nervous about getting lost in London after dark. I'm not really familiar with this area, you see." She was babbling, she knew she was babbling, but she couldn't seem to stop.

Greg's protective instincts rose to the surface. "It is a good neighborhood. Stick to the light and walk quickly, you'll be fine. I'm Greg, by the way."

She smiled widely. "Mandy, Mandy Brocklehurst." She didn't know what else there was to be said, but she didn't want to leave just yet. He was really marvelous looking. Not that she was looking, or anything. She was just hesitant to go to her parents house, she had been since the divorce was finalized. She loathed being a disappointment to them. "So..." she said, drawing out the word. "Have you lived here long?"

Greg blinked in shock. He knew that name! She was a witch in his year...though he couldn't remember much else. Then again with the amount of vodka in him he was lucky he was coherent and upright. "Greg Goyle, Miss Brocklehurst, and I've just recently returned."

Just like that her smile dropped and her eyes widened. She knew that name, everyone in her year at Hogwarts knew. He was one of Malfoy's minions. She bit her lower lip and glanced around, as if she would see Malfoy right there. Of course she hadn't made the connection at first, he looked fantastic. Another reason might have been the fact that he was living in Muggle London. "Oh, yes?" She hadn't known he was gone in the first place. "I didn't know you left."

He shrugged. He hadn't missed her reaction to his name. Would he never live down his father's misdeeds. His eyes narrowed. "I did indeed, Miss Brocklehurst."

The comment and tone rolled off her back like water from duck feathers. She was used to sarcastic drunk people, and she had to admit, even if it was only to herself that her reaction was a bit unflattering. How bad could he be now? Everyone was bad in highschool, so it didn't really count. Still though, she would have to be a bit wary. Men in general were a sneaky, untrustworthy lot.

Greg glared, hard. He really wanted her gone so he could pass out in peace. His shitty day hadn't been obliterated by the vodka and he wanted to be alone. "Did you need anything else?"

His question made her glance down at her watch. "Shite!" she exclaimed, grabbing the paper from his hand. She was so very late. Her mum would be having heart palpitations right about then. "Thanks for your help," she said over her should as she walked back to the staircase. She was going to get an earfull for this one. Explanations would be demanded, and she couldn't very well say that she had stopped at a strangers house for directions and stayed for a bit of a chat, it would not go over well. Before returning to the street however, she stopped and turned. "Maybe I'll see you around sometime." The comment made her blush, so she dashed down the rest of the stairs to the street below.

Greg rolled his eyes and shut the door. On his stumbling path back to the bedroom he spotted his journal. He grabbed it on his way past, deciding then and there to write something...anything. He only hoped that it would help.

{Summary} Mandy is lost and finds Greg. He's drunk and snarly. Though, he does give her directions.