Roger had met Spencer Capper years and years and years before the blond had ever met Megan Jones. And thus, he had a deep understanding of the Gryffindor and how the little Hufflepuff had consequently changed him. And, although he liked to consider that he and Meg had gotten pretty close while his best friend and the witch were dating, his obligations did lie somewhere else first.
"No, yeah, definitely. Spencer's a top notch guy, I know he'd come over right away." Roger began to reorganize his books chronologically instead of by category and genre. He did it manually, with his hands. But it wasn't to avoid rubbing magic in Meg's face-- Roger was just a manual kind of guy.
He glanced up at the short witch, and there it was again: steady eyes. The gaze was an unnerving one, from Roger, who seemed to always have trouble concentrating on one thing unless it was important. The serious kind of important. Even with the "train your eyes on the neckline of her dress and you might see something for an instant" type of important, he found his eyes flicking this way and that. But with friends, and when his life was in danger with drifting, they were that eerie still.