“One of the students died, Roar, I’m pretty sure every parent is worried,” Marie said as she sat beside him. She knew Roarke’s mother would be worried about her son even if Roarke didn’t think so. “And it’s your own fault you are tucked away in your bed. If you’ve gone to the hospital you probably be almost healed by now.”
Then there was a snort and Marie raised an eyebrow at the Gryffindor. “What’s your excuse for no underwear? Do your balls need to breath?” She hadn't seen anything, yet, but she could tell he wasn't wearing any.