They had both been different people, in school, Roger knew that well enough. Most of the time he was glad, actually, that he'd gotten to know Padma after he'd grown up and matured some- he had a sneaking suspicion that she wouldn't have liked him as much, if she'd known him at school.
The first war? Merlin, they really were from every time and place, then, weren't they? This was going to take some getting used to, definitely. "I don't mind her being here. I mean- she was here first, anyway," Roger offered. "Er. Not that I'd mind her here even if she hadn't been?" That wasn't coming out quite the way he'd meant it to. "I mean, so long as you don't plan on relegating me to sleeping on the sofa, I don't imagine I'd be in her way or cause any particular problems."