She never left her broom cupboard. Likely only hours or mere days passed since two large Death Eaters threw her inside. Based on the fact that she wasn't the least bit hungry, little time must've passed. She had her life ahead of her again. If she was ever allowed out, she would make drastically different decisions. The feeling of killing someone, even if it existed solely in her dreams was disgusting. She didn't want to be that person. Madam Dolohov was just one awful, vivid nightmare.