"A lot, eh?" he asked eyes following her as she ran across the room. "The flu?" he asked, looking at Roger like he was daft. If Mandy had the flu, then Will was about to grow a pair of tits. "Right. The flu." He shook his head, grabbing a drink as the waiter passed by. "Well, maybe Mandy will give you a little you." He rolled his eyes and tried not to think about the implications of that.
Mandy spent a few minutes in the loo, emptying her stomach before she cleaned up and headed back to the ballroom. An elderly witch had patted her on the shoulder and smiled. That had really freaked Mandy out and she just left. It was rude but, well, she was a bit on edge. She headed towards Will and Roger, not really in the mood to talk to people she didn't know. Sliding up next to him, Will raised a brow but didn't say anything and she crossed her arms over her chest. "You look gorgeous, Penny!" Mandy said, giving her friend a quick hug.
Will just grinned. "I happen to like my leather nappies. Thank you very much. And if you're lucky, I'll take you home and let you rip them off of me and tell me what a bad boy I am."