Starting slightly, Roger thought a countless number of things within a split second as Megan's voice suddenly stormed through his dreamy thoughts.
How did they find me? Is she psychic? Will I choke on my candy? Does Meg know how to break in 'cause that would be kind of cool... Will Spencer remember to bring back my broom kit? Oh shit, Meg was supposed to come over. I did leave the door open, didn't I? Etcetera, etcetera...
Swallowing, or gulping rather, Roger hesitated momentarily before smiling gingerly, "I fell?" Scratching the side of his face, he seemed to be at a loss for words. "Y'know Meg, if you came and saw one of the competitions you wouldn't be so scared for me."
This was not entirely true.
"More importantly, how's the no magic business going on? I haven't really been hanging out with, er, witches lately so..." Roger tilted his chin down a bit, raising his eyebrows up at Meg earnestly, his lips in a twisted line.