Still, she didn’t write to the one who could provide her a cure, instead pouring her thoughts into her research, and rewriting it countless times. Ink stained her fingers, and smudged across her cheek, while the house-elves brought her countless reams of parchment paper, and cups of Earl Grey, prepared as she liked. She was lost in her thoughts, and forgot to eat, until one of her favorite house-elves, Poppy, tugged at her skirts and offered her sugar quills that she’d personally ordered from Honey Dukes.