"What in the actual fuck," she whispered to herself, looking at her emaciated hands, her thin legs. How in the bloody fuck had that happened? She tried to remember... the last thing she could remember, and came up blank. She knew she'd woken up in Theo's Manor not terribly long after losing her magic. Had some indistinct impression of confronting Draco and Blaise on separate occasions. Vaguely recalled a surprise visit from Cecily in January. Remembered, a little more vividly, two specific conversations with Draco, followed by a pleasing night with him in May and then... nothing. She had nothing. Where had she been? What the hell had - another jolt of electricity, stronger this time, brought her to her knees, a ragged shout escaping her. But it didn't hurt. No. She felt... good. Amazing, actually. Her head was clear (though she was confused as shit and needed to speak to someone immediately), her limbs didn't ache. She felt no numbness. Opening her eyes, she stood upright, and walked on wobbly legs to the nearest mirror, over the vanity by the bathroom door. Bending so her face was close to the reflective surface, she scrutinized herself. Hollow, pale and thin, like her fucking legs but... glowing? Why the fuck was she glowing? What were those golden tendrily things floating just underneath her skin, glowing in her eyes? What in the ever loving fuck was -