One step, one breath at a time. Almost home... almost there…
The dull, almost burning ache in her chest was all that occupied Cora's thoughts as she slowly made her way through the common room of the Leaky Cauldron. She headed back the familiar hallway toward the entrance to Diagon Alley, too preoccupied with her poor health to notice anything out of the ordinary. Her heart was still healing after the cardiac arrest that resulted from her breaking the oppressive magic in her mind a day and a half ago and her current condition showcased that.
Her temperature was running a low-grade fever, while her blood pressure and respiration rate were both elevated and more than a little labored, and not just from the walk to pick up more potion supplies. Cora had been careful about her exertion on her outing, but even still her body was not having it. Once she entered the wizarding world she ducked into a small alley between two shops and leaned heavily against the wall, desperately trying to catch her breath before she continued on her way home.