"Yes, but the library? So tempting," he teased. "I bet uncle Ron is shocked that you left voluntarily." Of course it was a sign of just how sick he was.
"How many stones does the light reading weighs?" He knew her too well, to think that light meant anything less than a few tomes, a few inches thick."
He closed his eyes, not wanting to see pity on her face. "I can't lie, they are too frequent. You'll know if you're here, but the nausea is pretty much constant, but the potion is helping with not throwing up. The cruciatus three times today, cutting only once, breathing four times. It's been a light day," he joked. "Thankfully I was at the manor. No one has really seen it yet, except for Sirius. It's not pretty."