Break
In a cruel twist of fate I have lost my ability to speak. I blame the foul potion my Mother has been force feeding me since I stepped off the train yesterday. She said something about looking wraith-like and complained about what they're feeding us at that school and now I have a minor cold. I was perfectly fine on the train, only feeling remotely sick once I got home. If I did not know any better I would think the woman might have badgered me into being sick. If I am not better by Wednesday, there will be Hell to pay. Due to my loss of voice Mother did not think it adequate for me to go shopping for dress robes today with Bellatrix, and went in my stead. Bella if you let her buy anything with frills or that is red or green I will never speak to you again. When I can speak again, that is.