"I would desperately love to be past this green itchy crap, and so would you," she said. "Our traditional methods and potions have been ineffective. My father is looking at some very old magic. Old, ancient potions. He says they look very promising."
She paused for a moment before she actually made her request. "But..and here is where you come in. I need more people to help me look for some of these rare ingredients. Since this affects us all, is there any chance that I might get the Death Eaters to help? Some of these things cannot be found without a great deal of hunting and a great deal of risk. It would take people who are not afraid of adventure. But, so you know, we have had some people die from this stuff. There is potential for this to be lethal--clearly. It does not appear to be spreading into the muggle world. I do not want witches and wizards to be merely myths in muggle books. And I'm sure you don't either."
"Ne'Os," she said, on a much more personal note, "My children have this too. I do not want to lose my children with this, and right now, all I can do is to try to make them comfortable. I don't know how much farther this will go, but, well, you know how I feel about my kids."