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[alt_pansy]

Well, my stomach feels loads better.

I even ate lunch today, and it didn't hurt after or anything.

Madame Pomphrey say that I've got a stomach ulcer, and even though we're doing all sorts of tests today, she thinks it's not magical. Which is okay, I don't think it is either. But that's why I vommed blood yesterday. And why I've had trouble eating and sleeping and all. Because my stomach wasn't right. She's much nicer than I thought she'd be.

I might go back to the dorms tomorrow. I hope I'll be ready for classes on Monday.

Madame Pomphrey says I can have people come over to visit a little after dinner, because we should be done with the testing by then. I'd like that. I also need the Potions book to read through so I can work a bit on my essay. If someone can spare one, or fetch mine, that would be nice.

Lucius, Madame Pomphrey said you Firecalled yesterday. I'm sorry to have worried you. My stomach really is feeling lots better.

I'll report to your office as soon as I'm well enough, Professor Slughorn. I understand that you and Professor Carrow were enforcing the rules, rules that I broke. Other people broke those rules too, but if Professor Carrow only saw me, there's not much I can do.

And this is the last I'll say on it, but here goes: I'm not saying there will be a next time, but I generally prefer things to be a bit more evenly matched. And it was probably a good thing it was stopped when it was, because I really don't relish the thought of having a gang of seven-odd second and third years wipe the floor with me and Sally Anne.

For the record, I didn't go looking for a fight. It came to me. And even if I did go looking for one, I wouldn't be dumb enough to do it with no-one else around but a giant pack of Ravenclaws and other people friendly with Padma and Morag that just happened to be there.

But that's all done now, and I trust everyone's properly satisfied, and we won't get a repeat performance. And if there is one, it won't be because of me.

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[alt_ron]

I hope it's not too, I dunno, awful whatever kind of testing she's doing to you. Sounds not all that nice.

I tried to come by before lunch, but she said no visitors then. Did she tell you?

So, yeah. I'll bring you my Potions book unless Sally Anne's going to bring your own up for you. I'll ask her. Did you want anything else?

It's good you're feeling better anyway.

So, yeah. I'll see you later, then.

[alt_pansy]

Yeah, she told me. I was too

I was sleeping.

They aren't bad. Some of them are potions, which taste awful, but for the most part, it's just wand waving, and a bubble over my stomach will glow different colours, or flash a little, and she'll write it all down and nod her head. Sometimes she just asks lots of questions.

I don't need anything else. But I would like it very much if you'd come by and see me.

Maybe

I'll see if Sally-Anne can bring Pyewacket. That would be nice too. She said it would be all right. Madame Pomphrey I mean.

[alt_ron]

Yeah, sure. 'Course I'll come.

Soon as dinner's over.

[alt_pansy]

Thanks.

For everything.