All eyes are on Cameron, exactly how it should be. "You've got to properly take care of your hangover, that's all," he says cheerfully, setting his backpack down on a side table. "You need energy!" he hands a biscuit wrapped in a napkin to each of his roommates, along with individual packets of honey. "The house elves are just so sweet, they packed these up for me when I told them y'all were all feeling under the weather." Then he pulls two large bottles of Gatorade out, though one is half empty already. "And electrolytes!" He puts out four of the solo cups they have in the room, then makes a show of shaking the unopened bottle like a cocktail. "I traded Clarence five Moon Pies for those." Then he pours four cups of sports drink, one for each of them. "Of course," he says, passing the cups around, "A hang over cure don't hurt either, but those are going as fast as they're brewed, and there weren't any extra to bring back."