I woke up the next morning halfway through breakfast again, so I got ready and strolled to Potions with my old haughty air I had abandoned since I broke down in tears at the maze in fourth year. I sat pristinely in my seat, and as soon as Harry walked in, I handed him his cloak and said, "I have no more use for this, Potter." I immediately turned to my work and worked harder than I had the past three days. I noticed Harry continuously looking at me out the corner of my eye as though he wanted to say something. I kept ignoring him, and when the bell rang, I swept out of the room with an unmatchable haughtiness. I noticed Blaise grinning behind me and noticed him whisper to Pansy, "Our boy is back to normal!"
"Good. Only took him almost two years," muttered Pansy grumpily.
I went through my Thursday with the same haughtiness I had gone through my first four years of school. Snape had given me a proud, yet oddly pained, glance in Defense Against the Dark Arts. At lunch, I didn't give Potter so much as a glance. I suffered through the day, but that night, I collapsed in bed immensely proud of myself.
The next few weeks passed in a blur, each day an exact repeat of the last. I often forgot what day it was and whenever I asked, I got strange glances from everyone around me. Eventually, my slow descent into madness hit a far steeper incline when I began to stop eating all together. I think Potter said something to me every day in Potions that I needed to eat more and I would pretend to ignore him, until after a few days, I learned to tune him out completely.
Unfortunately, I really should have listened to Potter, because, as per usual, he was right. Sometime in October (I think, it might have been November) I was sitting in the Great Hall for dinner and the food appeared on the table and I felt my stomach twist in on itself as I smelled the food. I felt almost as though I could eat the entire table, but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep a single bite of it down. As the meal went on, my stomach throbbed more and more, and I quickly became lightheaded and dizzy. Suddenly, spots of blurriness appeared across my field of vision. I found one thing to put as the center of my attention. Of course, that thing happened to be Potter and I was glaring directly at him. He was looking at me with a confused look on his face. The last thing I saw was him leaning over to whisper to Ron, still looking at me, his expression turning to one of shock as I slid backwards off my seat, my vision going dark.
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