"None at all?" Penny queried as she edged slightly away from him at the mention of hangover. She'd floo'd once on a hangover and vowed never to do it again ; waking up on the island after drinking had to be much, much worse.
"Norfolk's lovely. I'm from Cornwall originally but - and this might seem a little bizarre but what year are you from? I'm originally from nineteen ninety-nine but there are people from twenty-twenty and some from as far back as Medieaval times."
Noticing he'd sat down, Penny removed her glasses from the bridge of her nose and folded them to sit neatly on the book. "I'm really very sorry. It - It's not easy to here but I assure you its the truth. And everyone on the island is perfectly lovely." Reaching out she offered him the bottle of water. "Would you ah, like a drink? For the hangver?"