He clenched his hand tightly as he read the owl, his eyebrows drawing over his eyes as he focused on the words. Beside him, Malfoy elbowed him and snickered. "What, Goyle, need someone to read that for you?"
The note crumpled in his hand as he stood without speaking, leaving his breakfast unfinished on his plate. As he headed off, he heard Malfoy behind him. "What'd I say?"
He went up to Professor Snape, who was eating at the Head Table and showed him the note. "I suppose this excuses you for the afternoon, Goyle, but I expect you to return by Monday, unless I receive further news, and you will be in my class this morning," his head of house said.
"Of course, sir," he replied, nodding and waiting to be dismissed. On the way out he passed by her.
She sat at the far end of the Ravenclaw table by the door, far enough that he could see her but not worry about them seeing her. When he passed, he tripped over her bag, long enough to slip the crumpled note inside. It would explain his absence to her. He didn't dare risk any other communication. The Slytherins would be suspicious enough about his absence, even though he would tell them the truth.
By the time potions class was done, he only had a few minutes to pack a bag and take a few of his books to study on the long carriage ride to the manor.
"So where are you going again," Vince asked, leaning in their doorway and munching on a sandwich.
"Home," he said. "My grandmother's dying."
"Oh." Crabbe didn't seem to know what to say. "Well. Tell your sister I said hi," he said finally. Greg nodded and brushed by his friend. He made his way through the common room with his eyes alert, and got to the front doors of the castle without incident. He stepped onto the path down to the front gates and froze when he saw someone dart out of the shadows.
"Morag," he said, looking around. "You shouldn't be here."