Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
The new potions were as bad as he’d expected, but Snape grimly followed the regime. Lowenstein deserved a week’s worth of data before abandoning the experiment. Perhaps it took time to adjust to the new formulation as well—it certainly had taken him long enough to manage the old one. Yet he was annoyed by the waves of heat surging inside him, the night sweats, and the sudden changes in his emotional state. It was Tuesday when he finally realized what the symptoms resembled, and vowed to sympathize with any older witches suffering the same sort of thing. He mentioned his theory to Pomfrey that night during his brief visit to the infirmary, and she shook her head ruefully.
“I know this is wrong of me, but sometimes I wish I could make all men go through this, if only for a little while,” she said in her office. “Older witches go to female Healers because they’re tired of being told it’s imaginary, not severe enough, or they should be strong enough to manage things on their own. Of course, most male Healers stop that the first time they’re hexed enough to need their own services, but it would resolve so many problems if they simply took what they heard for truth. I know it’s hard on anyone, Severus. I’m not laughing at you, and I truly do sympathize.”
The Birthday Present, Chapter 56
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