Roger nodded and smiled at her. "Its the same reason I quite like walking around Muggle London. I don't get mobbed by fans, but more importantly I'm not followed by any of those idiotic twits who like to write lies in about the lives of Quidditch players in their columns."
"I'm glad," Roger said, a ghost of a smile hovering on his lips. So she was worried about her friend. That more than anything else led Roger to decide that he liked the woman sitting in front of him. Yes, she was cold and calculating, but she cared deeply for her friends and that was good enough for him. "I think you're smart enough to pick up that I'd do anything for him, Pansy."
He shrugged and spread his arms helplessly. "Our chasers are some of the best in the league, and our beaters are like battering rams. It's our keeper and seeker that cause me a bit of worry. Things are a bit inconsistent. I'd like to say we could make the finals, and I think we will... But I can't tell you if we'll get the cup."