The tremor in her voice made her sound weak and terrified like the child she hadn't been in a lifetime. When no one answered back, she wasn't sure what to think. Was Augustus" presence outside her cupboard nothing more than a figment of her own troubled imagination? If she stopped to think logically, Augustus couldn't have been outside her door the entire time she was locked inside. Even if his duties as a Death Eater didn't take him occasionally elsewhere, he would've had to leave at some point to sleep, eat, and take care of his personal hygiene. How could he always be just outside her door? It made no sense. What the most logical and probable explanation was was that she heard a kind voice outside her cupboard, because she knew there were some kind people even in the midst of the Death Eaters, and in her desperation for human connection in her most terrified and vulnerable state, she imagined a wizard who had a friendly voice who didn't make her feel alone. It probably wasn't even Augustus Rookwood to begin with. It could've been anyone. And was it all that strange in her need to deceive herself she constructed a fantasy world where she fell in love with the man outside the door?