"Actually, I could do it myself..."
"What do you want to eat?"
"Mm... an orange."
Hermione sat on a little stool, deftly peeled an orange, broke off a segment, and held it to Kayson's lips as he lay in bed. He opened his mouth and ate it with a look of humiliation.
The office and bedroom were connected, and the door was open at the moment, so Kayson could clearly see what the other young wizards were doing.
For example... Harry held a wand in his left hand and a rag in his right, cleaning the office with both magic and Muggle methods.
Neville was washing the endless stream of fruit being delivered to the door. Washing apples and pears was fine, but the boy even washed oranges and bananas that needed peeling.
According to him, he was afraid the unwashed skins of the fruit would contaminate the clean fruit.
Mm... he really was a good kid... very good.
Ron was busy carrying basket after basket of fruit into the office from outside, recording the senders' names and the cards attached to the baskets, then stacking them on the desk.
In the corner, a platinum-blond young wizard was heating the potion in a potion bottle with hot water, using a mercury thermometer as he constantly tried to keep it at exactly 37.5 degrees Celsius.
"Seriously, I'm not even injured. You really don't need to go this far." Kayson said dryly, pinned to the bed by a kind of magic known as forceful gazes.
"Professor Snape said..."
"I suspect Snape is getting revenge for that holiday gift I gave him... But I can tell he really used it. Have you noticed his hair?"
Hermione nodded in understanding. "I was wondering why Professor Snape's hair looked so much more normal after Christmas