Being stuck in her home gave her ample time to think. Each morning she woke up from dreams flooded with repressed and blocked memories that for some reason or another, Rodolphus thought it important to shield her from. Most of them made very little sense. Meetings in dark alleys, drinks in the Leaky Cauldron, once a short trip across the Channel. She didn't know what any of it meant because she couldn't figure out the significance. Why was he blocking such inane events? Usually she would get frustrated and just give up thinking about it until she was calmer. All dwelling on it did was drive her even crazier than she already was and something told her that she didn't need any help with that.