Hermione rarely got sick. So she knew it was bad when it warranted her leaving work early and staying in bed half the day, it couldn't have been good. She'd slept in, and woke up later than usual. It threw her off, but she was still feeling pretty gross, so she made her way to the bath. She'd just finished and had pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt when she heard Ron.
Pulling a flannel shirt on over her t-shirt, she started out to the main room, smiling at the sight of her friend. "Hey," she said, her voice a little raspier than usual. "Soup sounds fabulous, thank you. How are you?"