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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger smiled again, Viktor's grasp was firm but not bruising - all too often male Quidditch players seemed to feel the need to prove their masculinity when shaking hands, and Roger was always pleased to meet another person who didn't. "It's a shame really," he said, unconciously turning the charm up to eleven. "You seem like an awfully nice chap, plus I'm quite good friends with your team mate Orla, so it's a tad odd that we've never met." He blinked several times and shut his mouth, forcing himself to stop rambling like an idiot.

He gave a Gallic shrug. "It's important to keep in form, even if it is the holidays. "My coach seems to be of the same opinion, which is driving a couple of my team mates a bit nutty." He glanced at Viktor from beneath his lashes, the hint of a smile touching his lips. "I'm sure your team doesn't complain too hard about working under you though, does it?"

"Ah, that makes sense. Get the big ones out of the way first," he said approvingly, his interest piqued over the mention of children. "I just have to buy for my mother and a few of my friends, so I'm fairly sorted as well." He chuckled softly at the mention of Father Christmas. "You're a good dad then, my mum always made sure the good presents were from her and Santa just gave me underwear and socks and cheap things like that."