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Harry Potter (auror__potter) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Harry got the feeling he was missing something, and that Roger was laughing at him, but it wasn't in an unpleasant way and he had a feeling he knew what it was about. Roger wasn't an idiot, and Harry had been pretty obvious about his attraction; Roger was just too polite to mention it. Harry appreciated the other man saving him the embarrassment, when his attraction wasn't reciprocated. He'd just have to get over it.

"Well, that's good. That they're trying." He wondered if it would be too personal to ask why his mother had run off to rural Oxfordshire. For all that he and Roger were friends, Harry realized he didn't actually know much about him, aside from the obvious. "Is she still in rural Oxfordshire?"

Harry relaxed back into the couch, drawing his legs up so he could wrap his arms around them. "It's what she'd have wanted, and we did our best last night. More than our best. I haven't been that drunk in recent memory."