"I know, it's my burden to bear," Roger sighed, loving the feel of Mandy in his arms. It was almost so nice he didn't feel like going any more, but they had to. They could stay an hour and do the appearances thing and then get Mandy back home. She was still pale and tired but he couldn't get her to go to Mungo's. He was going to call his Healer if she didn't start looking better by the end of the weekend. "You feeling any better?" he asked, tipping up her chin with his fingers and meeting her gaze. "We won't stay long, I promise."
Roger glanced sideways at Will and shook his head. "I can practically see your dick right now, and I could do without seeing your dick all night. I really could. But I'll crash at Mandy's tonight then, just in case. Maybe Turpin has a thing for gay Spartans." Whatever the fuck Will was supposed to be.
He pulled his wand out of his pocket and adjusted his grip around Mandy, then clapped a hand on Will's bare shoulder, which just did not feel right. After a moment of Apparition, they arrived in the ballroom, and Roger smiled at all the candy and costumes and kids. "Oh, look, there's lots of little Quidditch players," he said, pointing. A couple of kids were dressed in Falcons jerseys, and some woman had even dressed up her baby as a golden snitch. "I should have just come as me."