"You fell?!" That left far too much to the imagination, especially since Megan liked to think that Roger had enough sense to get some of his injuries looked at and what she saw now were leftover. She liked to think that he could take care of himself, but, as with most of the male gender, she had serious doubts at times. "Or I'd be even more terrified," she told him with a pout. "Why couldn't you pick a nice, safe hobby? Like... stamp collecting or something?"
The Hufflepuff graduate's face paled at the mention of her magic, or lack there of. She was not happy about the current situation. In fact, she was so stressed about it that she'd asked her ex-boyfriend to spend the night and was now seriously considering Seamus as a room mate. "I- well. I've become so dependent on magic, that it's hard without it. I suppose I'm more fortunate than some. I was brought up with a lot of Muggle things, so I guess I'm used to some of it."