Arianna Dumbledore is unsure. (sweetflower) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Arianna was propped up on a couple of pillows. Her head hurt less thanks to the potions she was given, and she did not feel woozy if she held still. She thought, perhaps, that she would manage the head injury well. As long as her pulse did not make her temples pound, she would be okay. It was the other feeling that bothered her the most. She felt as if she was missing something, like some part of her was gone completely. It was not the same way she felt when she was half mad. She knew that her mind was always there, waiting to heal. She could not find her magic in the same way, and she did not know why she missed it.
She was musing over this when she heard her name. Looking up, she smiled tiredly at Remus Lupin. "Empty, sir. My head does not hurt because of the potions, but my magic dispelled itself so thoroughly that I feel empty." She looked into his kind face and wondered why she ever mistrusted him. Yes, he knew her eldest brother in a way she never did, but he had kind eyes. "You are troubled." She shifted on her pallet to make room for him to sit by her legs. "You should rest some."