"Unfortunately not," she said with a frown as she lightly nudged his bedroom door open and lingered in the entryway. "How are you feeling?" She studied him, worrying after the lingering effects of the poison he'd ingested. Dumbledore had chosen her to look after him, and she had done everything she knew how to do in order to set him on the path to healing. At least he looked a little better with every day gone by, she took it as progress.

"Would you like a pot of tea, or, are you feeling well enough to come sit outside? It's windy but it's not very cold, fresh air might be good."