Wink. She got the word when a ministry official came to check on things - and left weak, pale and shaking. But they were all weak, leading their pointless, Muggle-loving lives as if they held some purpose.
Wink. She could hardly remember what the word meant anymore. Twelve years, it had been - or was it thirteen? Time hardly mattered here anymore. All of it was wasted years of barely endurable horror. Exactly how much time had been spent didn't matter.
After all, it seemed she had the rest of her life to wait.