Roger didn't quite believe Mandy when she said she was fine, but he couldn't tell if she really felt a little better or if she was just lying. He wasn't planning on staying too long, but he loved parties. However, when she tore off to the loo? He knew she was totally lying.
He frowned at Will and shrugged. "Yeah, she's been doing that. Flu or something but she says Mungo's won't do anything. She's been all stressed and I'm not even getting pies out of it. Or sex. I don't know what the fuck's going on. I'm taking her to get looked at tomorrow."
He followed Will's gaze to the Quidditch kids and laughed. "Sad I haven't seen a little me yet, but the hair's really hard to get right. I get that it'd be intimidating." Roger surveyed the room, checking out who'd shown up already. Lavender and Bill. They looked stupid. And the groupies had shown up, but they were still wearing more clothes than Will. "Huh," Roger whistled, impressed. "I think you still out-slutted the groupies. Congrats."