Winter in Mumbai was, without question, far more pleasant than the same season in England. London winters were dark, dreary, frigid and gray. In Mumbai, it was pleasantly cool, the air that would become hot and heavy in a few months currently relatively crisp. Blaise strode through Wizarding Mumbai, searching for a little apothecary that specialized in the more holistic side of treatment and care for maladies, both mundane and magical. His arm had been healed, thanks to Theo's quick reaction and the care of the Healers at St. Mungo's, though the place it had been severed from his body would still sting and itch and burn from time to time. Potions hadn't helped. Muggle medicines hadn't helped. Now, after nearly seven months of gritting his teeth and baring it, he was looking for something different.