Roger smiled and nodded, although the Healer - Ernie - probably couldn't see him. "You can call me Roger if you like." He didn't add that he was sure that they'd already met at some point, not when he was fairly certain that his arse was taking up the majority of the other man's attention.
He focused on the television for a moment, eyes draw to a report about waves of insurgents in Iraq, before snapping back. "I'm glad," he said with a genuine smile. "He's been stressing about it all week. She was due like last Friday." He mentally made a note to send some flowers, and to waylay anything that Appleby management would try and send - there was nothing more naff then a child receiving an Appleby jumper. "Well my injury was fairly easy: I took a bludger bat to the ribs and got knocked off my broom. Spinsy, uh, that is Alicia Fawley gave me some stretches to help." He looked at the wand with a quirked eyebrow. "But by all means go ahead."