"The word needs to get out that I'm here, is all," Roger said confidently, reaching over for his journal. Jotting down a quick note, he grinned and held it up for Fred to examine before shutting it. "There. Just give it an hour and you'll have a mob in no time."
Some Quidditch players got sick of the attention eventually. Roger, however, doubt he was ever going to. "What were you two doing back there? Come up with anything new?" He was curious by nature and he held an endless amount of fascination for their inventions. They would have been some terrifying Ravenclaws, had the hat Sorted them as such.