And it wouldn't come a moment too soon. Following the interrogation of Theodore Nott the day before, she knew that she wasn't capable of remaining any longer at the Ministry. She stepped out of the side room, sticky with the drying blood of the man she just murdered, and hated what she had become. She was grateful for cleansing spells and a fresh change of clothes in her office upstairs. Knowing that she had a drawer full of potions just waiting for her to swallow tantalized her almost beyond her endurance. She'd opened the compartment, stared at the vials, wishing that she wasn't so weak.