Pandora, Roger, and OPEN
Roger was grumpy and a bit put off with life as he ambled through the park with his broom under his arm. He hadn't spoken to Marcus, or Cho, or Melinda, or anyone else for that matter for a few days and was feeling decidedly cut off. A sudden thunderous crack drew him from his reverie and he looked up to see a vaguely familiar figure smashing a set of bludgers about.
"Alright," he called up cautiously, well aware that she was holding a bat and looking far more pissed off then he felt. "Mind if I join?"