"Bill home?" Fred managed to ask, before a wave of nausea hit and he was lucky to make it into the house with Roger's help without sicking up all over the welcome mat like a dog.
Dumped onto the sofa, though, he felt a little better just not having to walk or hold himself up. "Too dangerous to go back to the shop or to Mungo's. Couldn't follow us here... owl Hestia." Whether he was explaining to Roger or telling Fleur what to do wasn't entirely clear.