"I worry about you anyway," Roger said a little soberly, "You're a Muggleborn and that's about as safe as being a Jew in Nazi Germany."
More for something to do than anything else, Roger took a big gulp of beer after saying, "If there's anything I can do to help, you know where to find me."
More beer.
"I'm sodding useless anyway. I was telling Ol how scary it is at work now, but I still have to go in. It'd look bad if I didn't. It's horrible, Al, I would have called in sick last Thursday with my face looking like this but I was scared shitless not to turn up. It's one thing saying you were in a barfight but everyone always thinks it's something more sinister, I wouldn't be surprised if half of them thought I was a Death Eater. The other half, of course, being Death Eaters."