Unfurling the blankets from around him, Roger felt the heat rising from under his thin white shirt. The Pepper-Up potion along with the fever was making him uncomfortably hot. Casting a glance towards the soup, he gave a chuckle. “Yeah, well, muggles think those stupid little pills help them get better when it does nothing.” Roger felt a bit foolish; why did he think some chemicals would cure his ailment? Sure, he put his trust in science, even rationalizing their magical abilities with science, but really, compared to the advancements of the wizarding world muggles were years behind.
His stomach groaned hungrily, but the idea of putting yet another warm liquid in his body wasn’t tempting at the moment. Instead Roger contented himself to lean against Zach, still feeling a bit dizzy and waiting for the inevitable steam to pour out of his ears. “I don’t know what has Cho so upset.” He said after a few moments of silence, tilting his face upward to look at his friend.