Roger's almost jovial mood dissipated immediately at George's joke. "Don't joke about that," he said, sounding serious. "Not about that." The sinking feeling that not everyone was going to make it out of this alive was there, but the mere mention of it upset Roger more than he thought it would have. Then again, these people were the people he had spent most of his adult life knowing. It wasn't a stretch to be upset at the thought of harm coming to them.
Using his legs to trap the one that George had been nudging him with, he sat like that for awhile as he attempted to interject a little more cheer in his voice than he was feeling. "I don't know which gossip rag started that rumour, but you're not the first to assume I flew into a goal post," he explained with a snort. "I got hit by a stray Bludger, actually."