It had been over a year since she last drank one of her potions, but she still craved them every single day. She made a promise to Kingsley when she finally was coherent enough in his dingy flat to understand what was happening. Withdrawal from the horrible concoction hadn't been easy. He warned her that she almost died more than once. Too many years of reliance on something artificial to help her get through the madness of her life wreaked havoc on her body. While she could only vaguely remember how the former auror found her wandering around London still wearing her bloody clothes, she was grateful that he did. She could've easily ended up dead in a gutter somewhere with no one to mourn her. Or something worse. Some day she was going to have to sit the wizard down to get the full story. She'd been so out of it that she knew she didn't have the details.