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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger laughed easily, charmed by the Harry's honesty. One of the few drawbacks of his occupation was the fact that people occasionally acted as though the only thing he could possibly want to talk about was Quidditch, and thus people would occasionally profess to have more knowledge of stats and upcoming games than they actually did. It was something Roger found irritating - both because he did in fact have interests out of Quidditch, and because he didn't mind in the least if someone didn't know what games were being played on a given weekend.

"We're playing the Bats actually," he finally replied with genuine warmth. "They're in pretty form, but then so are we, so it should be a good game. Besides, going out and fighting the good fight would maybe leave you a bit short to focus on Quidditch, yeah?"

"The park? Now that's a good idea actually," he said, heading off in the right direction, with his arm still slung over Harry's shoulder. Vaguely, he was aware of the looks the two of them received as they headed towards their destination, but time had all but numbed him to the things that were written about him by Rita Skeeter, Penny Dreadful, or any of their ilk.