Thank you, Ma'am. No sign of cramping or seizures at all. Sometimes George gets a little shudder, but that's it.

It took about five minutes of questioning--they're still really confused--but she didn't make them drink anything, as best as we can tell.

Unless they've forgotten. Which I suppose is possible, too. Bugger. Sorry, ma'am.

It was two curses. One was the cruciatus; that was first. The second was whatever this hex is, which is mixed with confundus and obliviate, maybe. A complex spell. They remember the light from it was a really bright blue. She applied it when they were still hunched over in agony on the ground. The wretched bint.

(Sorry, Mrs Weasley.)