The worst was behind them, that much was certain but it still spelt a long recovery for Adrienne. She still couldn’t stay out of bed for more than a quarter of an hour without becoming physically exhausted. Having climbed back into her bed, she let Olympe fuss over her until it was announced that her brother was here. Of course in any old day, he might just send a message through the floo to see if she was ready, but since her illness and being quarantined, it was better that they schedule times for people to come over and visit.

As her brother was led in and given a chair, Adrienne waved her wand to draw up a small table. Olympe followed Aristide in carrying a tray of tea and sandwiches. Once the door was closed behind her and their tea was poured, Adrienne sat back against the pile of pillows. “I’m sorry if we gave you a terrible fright, Ari.” She started, looking him over for any signs of restlessness.