Roger knew Aveline; she was one of a set of twins, the ones whose brother had been killed by Fenrir Greyback during the war. It didn't hurt that the girl - woman, sorry - was blond, and very attractive. She'd been younger than him, and a Slytherin, if he recalled. He almost clung to that information, something rational and concrete he could process. Because Michale having to be a father, and so soon needed more than what was left in his mug. He donned it, calling for another as well, and added, "Second round's on me too, then."
He pursed his lips in thought. "So, you've gone and proposed and she refused? Well, what does she want? Does she want you around in the kid's life? How do you two even get on? Well enough to shag, obviously, but besides that."