Theo read the letter with concern, frowning as he read Verity's pleas for potions. She was not one to admit something was ailing her, and the fact that she was willing to do that... Grabbing the quill, he frowned as he tried to think of a good reply that didn't show her just how concerned he was.
Dearest Ver,
I'm so sorry to hear you're still ill, and I have to admit, quite worried. I would want to help you, but you should know enough about potions to know there is nothing I can give you without knowing what's actually wrong with you. What you're asking for is not something as easy as a pepper-up potion after all.
Please, Ver, you need to see a healer, or at least someone with the knowledge of potions. Draco is as locked away as I am but Professor Snape is not. If you will not see a healer will you visit him, at least?
In the mean time I'm sending you a concoction of ginger. It should settle your stomach somewhat while you make sure to find out what's wrong. Please, Ver, for once, don't be stubborn. Just find out what's wrong.