After her talk with Harry and Ron, she'd started forcing herself to exercise, to walk around the Manor's gardens on nice days or to tread water in the indoor pool when it was too cold or too rainy to bother with the outside. She'd started lifting things with the intention of strengthening her arm muscles and had even tried doing a set of sit-ups to work on her core muscles. The sit-ups had gone laughably poorly and she had opted to start over, more slowly, with baby crunches before moving to the more advanced core exercise. Her efforts were working, sort of. She was getting stronger, she knew and recognized that. But her body's depleted energy levels couldn't be fabricated with potions or rejuvenated by sleep and so it was a slow process. She could now walk almost entirely around the gardens unassisted and she could lift a stack of ten heavy tombs over her head, but she was nowhere near the shape she had been in before her magic had been given away. All this was to say, she was getting stronger, physically and was now forcing herself to get stronger mentally.