Generally, Lucy found that she knew not a better way to get under Roger's skin than to pick on his ego. She found, however, that she knew him well enough to know that there was a stitch of modesty underneath his exterior. He was much more than the eye-candy all of her friends thought he was, or the shiny new Quidditch player everyone seemed to be raving about.
"Quite the deserved extra weight," she concluded, nodding her head rather dramatically. "And I'm damn proud of it."
She leaned back in her seat before brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"No," she said, sighing slightly. It had been an incredibly quiet return. "No one knows I'm, well.. Just a handful of people."