She'd allowed her fantasy to grow too complicated and unrealistic. It was hardly any wonder that it cracked enough to wake her up out of her delusions. Nothing that happened in the previous twenty years could've really happened. The spell that Rodolphus was planning to use was the most ridiculous part of all. What made more sense? A madman was planning to trap her in her own mind so he could bring his wife back from the dead to take possession of the body or that a scared girl locked in a broom cupboard dreamt up a fantasy world to help her cope?