005; in which our heroine is ill; week eleven
I'm terribly sorry, but it seems I am going to be unable to brew anything for the time being. The morning sickness - or in this case, the all-the-time sickness - was never this bad with Harry; or, rather, it was, but at least it was predictable. Needless to say, any and all fumes make me ill, so the good people whom I serve will have to go elsewhere for their potions, at least until this passes, but God only knows when that will be.