Already her body was lamenting the loss of the potion it craved. In the past when she was unfortunate enough to feel the effects of withdrawal, she would simply find another vial to take the edge off. It became habit. There was a very valid reason she kept vials hidden around her Hogsmeade home and why she had an entire secret drawer in her desk at the Ministry full. She couldn't bear to be without the potion for very long. Extended use made her body and her will weak. When she thought back to the past, to the awful, horrible things she'd done just to get her next fix, she was humiliated. She never wanted to fall into such a deep pit again. No matter what it took, she wouldn't allow herself to be beaten by an inanimate foe. Not again.