"Mandy, I am not a paranoid person. I might have a terrible temper but I'm sane. I'm logical. There is something wrong with my son, this isn't really a hunch or a maybe. There is something there. I wouldn't be here otherwise but I'm at the end of my tether and something has to be done. I have to know one way or another if it's just a peculiarity or whether it's a real metal problem."
"Granted owls and brewing is not that unusual. However is it unusual to eat at the exact optimum time and phrase it in such a way? Or to rub his face up against the Headmaster's wrist whilst his father's dying in his sickbed?" she asked. "Or- God, Mandy, I have so many examples."
Ginny nodded. She didn't want to do anything through legal means but she would it if meant Al being treated. "Then let's hope he'll come if I tell him there is a session organised. Hopefully he'll do it if only to get me off of his back and prove me wrong."