It was the truth. Each passing day only made her desire for a new life in South America grow. She couldn't imagine anything she wanted more, except for maybe Rodolphus" head on a pike and his worthless brother's right next to his. Since her upsetting conversation with Draco the day before she'd tried, and failed, to remain positive about her hopes for the future with her family. How could one person create such a negative effect in her? He was infuriating.