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[darkmalfoy]

I hear more whispers.  They talk of moving me to the hospital.  Couldn't risk my dying before they can use me for whichever cause they choose.  I get thinner each day.  I am still stronger than they realize, my malaise most often being put on for their benefit.  Only half of their fortifying spells penetrate through, though I doubt they realize it is that effective.

Hospital would be a chance...