Private message to Barty

You're asleep now, and I'll confess to lying: no, I have not gone back to Hogwarts yet. I'm down in the library, and will shortly be going down to the workroom. I won't fuss anymore, but I'm not leaving you in the house with just Berry tonight. Not when you look as though you might not make it through the night I'll go back in time for breakfast, but I'm staying here tonight.

You look awful. And wonderful. And awful. My agreement not to call Fletcher or St M's is conditional on you holding up your end of the bargain: don't die, beloved.

...Actually. Nevermind. I will be at Hogwarts after all. In the infirmary, if you need me. I'll come back before breakfast with potions to treat the dehydration and the lack of nutrition, at the very least, but -- well. I don't want to get your hopes up without cause.

Private message to Narcissa

He's home. Desperately ill, but home. He's at Cottesmore now, with the elf looking after him when I can't be there, but I'm trying to convince him to recuperate in my quarters here at Hogwarts instead. (I am having about as much luck with that as I am with trying to convince him to be seen at St M's.)