Katie was blissfully unaware of any genuine interest he had in her. As far as she knew, he was just some playboy who hit on everything in sight and she just happened to be one of the lucky dozens here tonight to catch his eye.
That's what she told herself, anyway. It wasn't like she was going to let her slow down and seriously consider Roger Davies as anything but the player he was. Which she told herself was somehow different from the string of casual flings she, herself had engaged in over the years.
"I have," she confirmed. Quidditch was her one weak spot. No matter what she thought of him, she could never resist a discussion about her favorite sport and it showed in the way her eyes sparkled as she talked about how great it was playing on the team.
"And what are you doing these days?" she asked him. It was only polite to inquire, she decided.