You think that sort of thing all the time ... you say that sort of thing all the time. [Herbert agrees, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth.] I doubt it's related, but-

[His hands comes up to his hair at the back of his neck, and he tugs on it fretfully.] At least it wasn't an Unforgivable. Maybe it's some sort of temporary thing, something that can be fixed? I just can't see why you'd fall over dead, it doesn't make any sense, not at your age.

They'll have to let me see you at some point, though, don't you think? Your body, I mean. I could fix it. I could floo call my uncle ... something.