30th May 1895

I—

I will be unable to make our weekly walk tomorrow. Mother has me on bed rest after I vomited upon Mr. Murdock Greyback at the Hogwarts ball; I have not even been allowed to venture into Papa's library, so strict has she been. It is embarassment she worries for, I expect, rather than my well-being, but Dr. Pomfrey was brought in nonetheless. I have been diagnosed with nerves "due to my advancing years", which is among the most ridiculous things I have ever heard.

That said, I do not think it unwise that I seek a second medical opinion. I've been I wonder if you might know, through your professional connections, a discreet healer or physician?