The taste of the damned potion still lingered on her tongue even so many hours later. For years, Antonin always promised her that its only purpose was to help calm her when it was clear she was confused. She used to fight him, paranoid that he was trying to control her. He was a man who liked order and being in power. As often as they butt heads, it wasn't much of a stretch to believe he would do something so sinister. Eventually, when she could recognize the benefit of the potion, she stopped fighting. When he resorted to the other one that made her sleep for days on end, that was a completely different story. Those vials were usually only brought out for extreme incidents.