Bill glance up at her curiously and the different coloured potions. "Blue." Somehow the blue, just by being blue felt less offensive to him right now. He couldn't really explain why, but green just felt like an offensive and rude colour. He just wanted his head to stop hurting and to stop feeling vaguely like he might puke more. He hated puking.
"I got some sleep," he said as a way of pointing out the positives of his choice. "Still can't hold glasses." He slowly pushed himself into a seated position, closing his eyes tight against the light streaming in from the window. "Potion please."