Roger wasn'[t expecting guests. In fact, all he really wanted to do following the game was go home, change and head back out for the night. Maybe he'd have a guest or two later that night, but that really all depended on how many beers he'd consume in the following answers. After he apparated to the lobby of his building, Roger made his way up the narrow stairs up to his first floor flat. As he followed the narrow halls along the worn wooden flooring, his bag occasionally smacking against the out of date wallpapered passageway, Roger could only think of moving.
He'd made up his mind about the flat a couple of weeks ago when he'd first attained his new position. Roger had been living in his current flat for just over a year, ever since he first joined the Magpies following his graduation. It's not that he hated the place, it was decent enough, and most people were as of yet unaware of the location, but it wasn't exactly in the best condition. And tiny. Or rather, tiny considering the size of his parents home, and the room he used to have at Hogwarts. The flat was a fairly standard one bedroom flat in an old converted Victorian row just off of the High Street in Montrose. It really had everything he needed, a large double bedroom with built in wardrobes just off of the main entryway, which led to a large, open plan living space with a small but lovely balcony overlooking the nearby forests. There was also a sizeable kitchen, that he rarely used, just off of the living room. Of course, seeing that it was starting to get dark earlier, it wasn't nearly as bright and light as it was during the summer.
All thoughts of a new, massively posh home with the best of everything went out the ruddy window, however as he neared the door to number five. Brows furrowing, Roger's fingers snuck to his pocket and wand. It wasn't so much anything he could see, but rather a sinking feeling he got as he neared his front door. With few reasons to expect any sort of intruders nor really having any enemies save an occasional scorned lover, Roger's flat had never had much more than the basic sort of wards protecting it. Nevertheless, the thought that anyone should want to break them, let alone actually manage to do so with in itself inconceivable.
Not wanting to risk getting caught off guard, Roger though it would be best if he was prepared for anything. Wand at the read, Roger dropped his bag where he stood just in front of the door and slowly inched the door open...