It wasn’t a thing she lost easily, if at all. Well, she hated losing, but this one thing—having no control—made her feel vulnerable. Naked. She didn’t even know the rules of the game she was supposed to play, so how the heck was she supposed to know what to do with herself when her studies at Hogwarts were said and done? Maybe their future was secure now, without the looming threat of Voldemort ever coming back, but it didn’t mean that life’s gotten easier somehow. The baggage of war remained, and it was all up to her to live with it, tainting her memories and decisions forever, because no number of mind healers could ever help with dissolving it.