Pansy, Hello. This is Millicent Bulstrode.
My brother is doing fine now.
They thought it was a bad dizzy spell. As if we Bulstrodes of hearty constitutions ever get sick.
Perhaps someone was too scared to come after me directly.
Excuse me. My brother seems to be making a racket. I should probably go unlock the door to his dormitory and let him get some air.
Millicent Bulstrode