Private message to Poppy Pomfrey

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Poppy -

I do hate to bother you on a Saturday evening, but really, you’ve assured us ever so many times that you’d rather hear about something sooner, while it’s a small problem, and I'm taking you at your word.

I've had trouble the past few days with my feet and ankles itching, and it’s far worse tonight. I’m sure it must be something simple - this week has been entirely irregular after all. Maybe it’s the dry winter air, or the cold when I was observing Aurora's evening classes on Wednesday, or something of the kind.

i’m normally just as healthy as anything (and so very careful to maintain a regular schedule, eat and sleep far better than most staff here seem to manage.) These little annoyances are so terribly frustrating.

At any rate, would you have a moment to see me this evening, perhaps, or if not, first thing tomorrow?

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[alt_poppy]

Of course, you may come up. You might wish to wait half an hour or so, as I've just had two students arrive with rather acute intestinal complaints. I've already settled them in and given them their potions, so things here should be much less exciting twenty or thirty minutes from now. I'm sure the elves will have things tidied up straightaway.

Itching, you say? It could quite well be the cold; our weather, while in no way unseasonable or unexpected, is certainly announcing the approach of winter. This castle's extremes prove difficult for many people. It's higher reaches tend to be drafty and dry, while it's lower areas hold damp and have a tendency to cold mouldering. None of it's kind to the skin. Any of it could be the source of your difficulties.