Zach's gaze focused long enough to make sure that Cedric was going to be all right. Satisfied that Cedric had the situation under control, his gaze returned to the sandwich before once again moving out of focus.
He had sat at the Whizzer across from Cedric. Handed him a menu. My Dad always said that waiters who sit at your table don't want a tip. Shrimp. Zach took a bite of his sandwich and set it back down, chewing absently. Footsie under the table. He didn't feel himself begin to frown, didn't notice that he had stopped chewing as he remembered walking to the kitchen to give Remus the order, returned with coke even if Cedric hadn't asked for it. Said he'd been here a year--
It was his turn to choke on his sandwich when he gasped, inhaling the bite he should have tried swallowing. Coughing and quickly turning a violent shade of red, Zach managed to croak, "I turned into a woman."