Vera stayed still after everything came up, and her stomach still rebelled with dry heaves. After a moment, she managed to flush the loo and went to he medicine cabinet to swallow down one of her anti-nausea potions, and then sat in a corner, leaning up against the tile to cry, muffling the sound in a towel so no one could hear.
She had been trying so hard, and she had been so proud of not killing Moody and asking questions later. But even then she was too dar. These people here, she didn't belong here. Not really. Even Sirius had managed to escape. He didn't need the Dark Arts to make his head make sense.
Part of her wanted to run away again, but she had said she wouldn't, so she just stayed still, , crying into the towel and trying to come up with some way to fix herself.