"One," Oliver answered morosely. "A big, fat chicken." He slumped back onto the pillow, then realised that the combination of any quick movement with clogged-up sinuses was a bad idea. After he felt sufficiently sorry for himself, Oliver's curiosity won out and he reached for the kleenex.
"This stuff you're giving me isn't going to turn me green or something, right?" On the other hand, it couldn't get much worse. Grumbling, Oliver followed Alicia's instructions, feeling a bit like an idiot. But at least he felt like an idiot who was willing to experiment, so there was at least that going for him.
Sniffling, Oliver handed Alicia the box back. "So, did you hear anything about those people we got out? Any idea how the Muggles are handling the incident?" He snorted as he thought of their government. "Let me guess, the Daily Prophet either hushes things up or twisted them into pro-Ministry propaganda."