Darling, how awful! I didn't know! Oh, I'm so glad you recovered! I look horrible in black! Oh, that was in poor taste! Better get rid of it! And little Nigel, too? You must have been beside yourself!
And now Miles and Liam are sick? Sweet little Liam? Oh, no! Have they found anything that will work on this thing? Because nothing worked for Harry, at all, in spite of what I told him. Dammit, I'm not supposed to tell you about him!
Can I do anything to help? Anything from far away, that is? (I do have Polly to think of, of course.) So far, we've missed the illness, Polly and I. I'd sent her to the estate with her house-elf for awhile, just to be sure I wasn't going to get ill.