BELLATRIX BLACK: 2 October, 1966

[sholmes87]

Dear Uncle Arcturus,

Andromeda is being forced into being my secretary writing this for me as I am hopefully dying quite ill in the hospital wing. I was wondering if you could possibly send me some of your Invigorating Philtre, as whatever I have it’s the plague isn’t responding to Madame Pomfrey’s questionable ministrations. I wouldn’t ask (I

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[rabastanlestran]

*waves a paint-stained piece of paper at her*
Rodolphus wrote and told me you were sick so I painted this picture to make you feel better.

*presents it too her proudly*
Look, it's a kitten.

[sholmes87]

Oh my goodness! Little!Rab is so cute! I may squee!

*weakly*

That was thoughtful of you. *takes the picture and looks at it* A kitten you say?

[rabastanlestran]

*nods, beaming with delight*
Yes! Look, there are his whiskers and his nose and those are his paws.

[sholmes87]

*turns the painting upsides down*

*traces part of it with her finger*

Oh yes; now I can see the whiskers.

I'm guessing that no matter what she says or where she points, she's going to get it wrong.

[brave_phoenix]

*looking at his feet, holding something behind his back*
*mumbles*
I heard you were sick...
*blushes, mumbles more*
...so I brought you some flowers.
*pulls some chrysanthemums from behind his back and shoves them at her*

[sholmes87]

AWWWWW!

*sits up slowly*

How very nice. Thank you Edgar. I'll ask Madam Pomfrey for a vase to put them in.

[brave_phoenix]

*g*

*mumbles, still looking at his feet, still bright red*
You're welcome...

*finally looks up*
So, um, what've you got?

[sholmes87]

*sets the flowers on the bed-side table*

I don't know. Nothing Madam Pomfrey's given me has helped yet.

But I'm sure I'm not contagious.

[favourite_son]

*wide eyes*
You're not really dying are you, cousin Bella?

[sholmes87]

*coughs (a bit theatrically)*

I certainly hope not Reg.

No thanks to Madam Pomfrey.

[leavingforlove]

*walks in, looking sullen*

Brought you your homework.

[sholmes87]

*glares at her from the pillow*

I hope you didn't forget anything.

Did you give Professor McGonagall my note?

[leavingforlove]

I went to all your professors. If something's missing, it's their fault, not mine.

Yes.

[sholmes87]

*sniffs, still glaring*

It would be like Slughorn to leave something out on purpose.

I hope I'm well in time to do the practical. Nothing Madam Pomfrey does seems to help.

[snakes_heart]

*raises an eyebrow at her*
I thought you were smarter than that. Who in their right mind would trust Arcturus to prepare anything, especially an Invigorating Philtre?

*laughs*
Don't be surprised if you feel far worse after taking it.

He couldn't resist the needling

[sholmes87]

*struggles to sit up, giving him a poisonous look*

Uncle Arcturus is a marvelous potion maker!

*sinks back to the pillow*

I don't see how I could feel any worse than I do now.

That's all right! I enjoy their battles. But Bella is quite ill, so she may not be up to her usual form.

[snakes_heart]

*very sarcastically*
Oh, yes, he's really great at Potions! If it wasn't for Slughorn dying to have a Black in his Slug Club, Arcturus might have exploded all the cauldrons.

As you've no doubt figured out, it's all about the oldest brother thinking that the younger one is a good-for-nothing.

[sholmes87]

*icily*

I hardly think that's the case. Professor Slughorn has told me repeatedly how talented Uncle Arcturus was at potions. And I've seen examples of his work.

And when is the last time you brewed anything more complicated than tea?

*snickers*