As the sun began to sink in the sky, she moved around the space that had been her temporary home shoving everything she had scattered around her living quarters back into her beaded bag. Though she tried to keep all that she owned close to her in case she had to run at a moment's notice, she had been slack in the days since she entered the tent. Draco Malfoy had a terrible influence on her that she was determined to break. She couldn't stand to spend another moment cooped up with nothing to do. A person operating at full capacity could go mad if asked to attempt such a feat. Demanding it of someone like her who had already been through quite enough in her lifetime was damaging, to say the least.