"Best to be a rotten Niffler then." Dora spoke sense for once, smoothing down her hair. She looked an absolute horror, she knew it. Her hair was twisted, matted, and all over the place on her head and her skin had a bit of a sallow tone to it. The sort that came from laying in bed forever. She also needed a shower, a fact confirmed by delicate sniffs of her robe.
It was a bad sign when your hand got so easily tangled in your hair. Easy to fix though. She shortened it a bit with no more than a thought. It stayed brown, though. Being sick didn't put her in the mood for anything bright and pink.
"I was just thinking of Harry and a few Weasleys. Mum, of course. Anyone else you wanted me to owl. I can't much imagine Minerva at a party, even healthy..." Dora trailed off as she thought, smiling just a bit. "See? Small. The size of the cake will more than make up for it."