The vivid colors of the Amazonian jungle aren't far enough away from the grey fog of Britain at first.
One week in, on a field exposition, a Venomous Tentacula brushes ever so softly and unexpectedly against the back of her neck. She is on the ground in an instant, her mind one year and 5000 miles away in a damp, lightless cellar in England.
The whisper of the Cruciatus in her ear haunts her sleep for weeks.