"I'm sorry, Mandy," Roger laughed, loving that blush, tugging after her when she tore away. He shook his head at Penny and grinned. Out of his system. Right. Like that were even possible. It might be easier if they'd had sex at some point this week and he weren't getting antsy, but Mandy just hadn't been feeling up to it, and then the thing with Fleur. "I wish it were that easy, Pen. But I'm going to get her to dance with me eventually. You might as well give in, Books."
He rolled his eyes at Will. "You know, you could have the audacity to get a job. Until then it's my telly."
Someone waving and calling his name caught Roger's attention, and he frowned. One of Quidditch Weekly's reporters. If it were the Prophet, he would have made an obscene gesture, but for a Quidditch magazine, he really ought to say hello and answer a few questions. "Gotta take care of this, spear fodder and Olympian goddess. Sexy girlfriend, would you like to come with, or keep babysitting William?"