"Goodnight Ned!" Roger called out to the retreating ghost, an amused grin on his face as he pulled his traveling robe off and hung it on the coat rack. He noticed that she seemed a little more harried than usual, but she quickly seemed to revert to her normal personality as they walked further into the place.
It was certainly much less empty then, but seeing as there wasn't a raging party going on, it was understandable. He liked it better then. Despite how he normally was, he preferred the quiet to a party. Maybe it was the Ravenclaw in him.
Sitting himself down on a couch, he grinned up at Angelina. "What's the plan for tonight, Johnson? Drinking games, insults to my looks, am I missing anything?"