Roger was at the counter when he heard the bell ring and he looked up from the classes that he was setting up for them. "Well then, hello," he said, giving Hestia a brilliant smile as he came around the counter to lean up against it. "Our lovely birthday girl looks dashing tonight." Picking up the bottle of firewhiskey that they had managed to find, he offered her a glass. "May I pour you some firewhiskey? Can't have you sober now, if we expect you to deal with the bosses."
He might have already had a glass or two, since his eyes were shining in a way that came with drinking alcohol. Roger was glad that George had seemed fine with the idea of Hestia coming over, but every should get drunk on their birthday. That should have been a law.
Roger knew her as the woman that had healed Fred, but beyond that, didn't know much about her. "I'm sorry that we never really got a formal introduction before, but I'm Roger Davies. Shop assistant. And I sometimes fly around on a broom."