She caught her reflection in the grand white gold ornate-framed mirror that hung above the bathroom counter where the porcelain sink sat in the very middle. Her ribs were protruding through her skin and her porcelain skin, malnourished, the mirror showed her the splats of dirt that covered all over. And there, amongst the chaos and the horror, the flawless, untouched silver Slytherin locket that hung from her neck.