George reached to ruffle Roger's hair. "Relax, Davies. Better to joke about it than worry about it." It was Fred and George's usual philosophy. Sure, things made them serious now and then. George had already almost died once after all, and Hagrid and Moody and others hadn't been as lucky as him. But George thought that if you couldn't laugh at something, that just made it worse.
He grunted as Roger trapped his legs and made a face at him. "I could poke your bad arm until you pass out and drink all your booze you know." He looked amused. "Aren't you supposed to know how to avoid those Bludger things? Part of your job and such?"