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Harry Potter (auror__potter) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Harry was glad that his ignorance hadn't offended Roger. "I'm sure you'll be great. And yeah, it doesn't leave me as much time as I'd like to go to games. I manage to make one or two a season." He hoped he didn't sound as bitter as he felt in that moment. It wasn't that he hated his job, he knew it was important and he was good at it, but sometimes he wished he could have a little bit more of a social life. And not as many court dates.

He was a bit startled when Roger kept an arm around him as they walked, but it didn't bother him. It was a friendly gesture, that was all. There were Looks, but then Harry was always the recipient of Looks whenever he went out; that hadn't changed over the years. It probably never would, so he had to learn to make the best of it if he didn't want to become a recluse.

"I'm glad they put this in," Harry said as they entered the park. It was small and green, with lots of flowers and a wishing well as the centerpiece. This time of day it was noisy with children and their parents, but Harry didn't mind. "There should be a kids' Quidditch League that plays out of here in the summers."