Spending lots of time with Harry and Ron again had been an incredible distraction for her. The anxiety hummed inside her mind, pushed to the back when she focused on their conversations. The knot in her stomach felt like the invisible string had pulled back its entire length and pushed it all down her throat where it lay coiled, in wait. Eating was near impossible with the string taking up all the room so she was back to living on tea and a few bites of toast a day. Harry was continuously feeding her food which she managed to force down for his sake although everything tasted like rotting flobberworms.