Her brows furrowed in angst. She hadn't thought that Roger would ever get this agitated over anything she could possibly tell him. She wasn't daft; she understood that fraternizing with Slytherins could get her into trouble. Granted, she'd never felt the prejudices for them that they felt for everyone else, but even she knew that some weren't worth getting involved with. But she wasn't so naive to think that they were all one way or the other. People were always in the shades between.
She narrowed her eyes at Roger, her arms firmly crossed over her chest.
"I take an interest in Quidditch regardless of house, you know that," she told him matter-of-factly. "And second, Nikolas is barely even close with anyone in his own house. Even his best mate is a Ravenclaw."
She sighed, albeit more dramatically than was necessary.
"You ought to trust me a little bit," she continued. "I've got a good amount of taste in people. I'm friends with you, aren't I"?