Roger smiled at the suggestion, nodding. Those stories, at least, he knew well enough- and they were some of his favorites to tell, too. (Even if, to his mind, they weren't old stories at all!)
"We were both in Ravenclaw together," though Devi knew that, of course, "but your mum's a few years younger than me," or she had been, at least. Weird. "I knew her, then, but we weren't close. I met her again five years later at St Mungo's. She was a Healer by then, and I spent most of my time crossing the continent for Gringotts. One of those trips- Bulgaria, I believe- ended rather poorly, and we were evacuated to St Mungos."
"Four broken ribs, broken bones in my hands, ankles, and other fractures- I'm sure your mum could detail my injuries much better than I'd care to." Roger shook his head. "I was there for weeks. Your mum was assigned to my case, and she wasn't having anything to do with me. I think I'd asked her out half a dozen times while I was there," okay, it had been twice, but that didn't sound nearly as dramatic, "but she kept turning me down."