Roger tilted his head to look at at the various gloves on display, wondering which grade of dragonhide gloves to buy himself. There were those who swore black and blue that the hides of different dragons had slightly different properties, but he'd never been totally sure if that were true. Still, he liked the smell of the hide and he desperately needed a new pair, so he grabbed a couple of different types and turned around, nearly bumping into the person behind him.
"Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry," he said, feeling himself blush. "I didn't see you there! I mean, not that you're missable or anything." He closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made that last statement. "It's Krum, right?"