Roger watched a range of emotions war across Harry's face, before he finally took a steadying breath and smiled. Roger returned the smile, deciding to forego heading to the various Quidditch supply stores as he'd been vaguely intending.
"A walk can be good," he replied, still smiling. "I was just out to aimlessly walk around myself. The coach gave us the afternoon off, she said we needed to blow off some steam before the game this weekend."
Roger reached over and slung an arm over Harry's shoulder. "I think I definitely provide you with company, it might help me blow of some of that steam coach mentioned. Care for a drink?"