"Don't look at me like that. Weasleys are strong. We just like the Shack or St. Mungos before a little too much," he said with a smile. "We all get out on our own feet, so stop worrying."
He sighed. "I've told the Healer, but it's useless; they have no clue about this. Still, it's been a week that I've been dealing with this, and I've managed to put eighteen hours straight at the office. I'd say that I'm doing pretty good." Of course, he had felt this badly only in the last day or so, but there was no need to mention that.