For the love of Rowena.
I think the gods were against me. I had one of the easiest exams sessions of my life, smooth sailing into the holidays, and what do I do? I get home and catch the bloody flu. And not that 48 hour nonsense. No, this has been a week long helping of agony. Fever broke on Thursday, but I still can't seem to find anything that sounds good to eat. After mum and dad both attempted to make me a healing potion (I was going to try, but the aroma was too rank) and a trip to the apothecary for a pre-mixed potion, my dad made an executive decision to take me to the family physicians. Muggle drugs are goooooood.
I should be back in tip top shape by start of term. But I can't believe it. Missed Sirius's holiday party and missed the chance to help my dad on his latest restoration project. A racing model Bugatti Type 35! It's from 1926 and it's a beat up hunk of junk, but he's putting some nice work into it. He says he's doing it all the elbow grease way, but I saw him walk out to the garage last night with his wand in his back pocket. Liar.
Oy, Sirius, that car air freshener is actually—useful. My room's a disaster with being sick and all, and that little thing is helping.
Can't wait to get back to work. One more term left, 7th years. One more left. Here's a good final term and a new year!