The Burrow stood empty now. Mrs. Weasley was very sentimental. Although many old families considered the things inside the Burrow junk, she had still taken them all back to the Weasley Ancestral Home.
There was no knowing, however, how much of it was still in use and how much had been dumped in the basement or storeroom.
Only a long dining table remained in what had once been the living room. Black Ginny was currently using it to brew her potion.
All sorts of bottles and jars sat on the table, along with a large quantity of potion ingredients.
A large, ornate mirror stood beside it.
Ginny's figure was inside the mirror, watching with interest as Black Ginny bustled about.
"Can this really make me prettier and more attractive?" Ginny asked with some anticipation.
"Of course, but there's a limit we need to watch. Once you exceed a certain amount, it might have the opposite effect," Black Ginny said. The enchanted body's physical enhancements were reliable, but its beautifying effects were debatable.
Perhaps some unseen force of creation felt that, once one became sufficiently powerful, certain things that had originally been beautiful would hinder further enhancement?
Black Ginny did not know either, because she had used it very sparingly before, with excellent results. It had indeed made her more handsome and attractive. It had contributed considerably to the admiration and adulation she received from countless students at school.
"How much is safe?" Ginny asked from inside the mirror, frowning.
"Three ounces is absolutely safe, but anything under five ounces probably won't cause any problems," Black Ginny answered truthfully.
Because their souls were connected, Black Ginny could not lie to Ginny. Although she could conceal things through vague wording, that trick did not work so well when Ginny asked a precise