Khaat woke later, much later, vaguely remembering her father taking over again and using a much stronger sleep spell this time. She remembered of him being there, but mostly, she remembered Rob. He had weathered every moment of this tempest right along with her. For some reason, that surprised her. She knew he would accept her if she were clean, well dressed, polished, composed. But to accept her when she was completely out of her bloody mind? That was asking a lot of him, and it was largely humiliating and humbling for her. Whever little transgression she had felt he'd done, that didn't measure up to what she had just done to him. What exactly was it that she had been upset about? Oh, yes. She knew that., but he had chosen to be here instead of with...who was it...some Lestrange woman? Well, that certainly counted--a great deal.
She felt like she had been gone out of her body but she wasn't sure where she had been. She remembered of saying and doing things that were certainly not things she'd have ever said or done. The deep craving for the potion was gone. Her mind was almost unfogged entirely. It wasn't completely clear yet, but it was a lot better. She felt, mostly, like herself again.
What she noticed had that still remained was quietness. She just simply felt quiet inside. Not that she felt in distress, she simply felt like there was nothing to say. Rob was back. That was enough. Hell, that was all there ever needed to be. And just when had she taken to cursing, anyway? That felt new.
She'd lost all sense of time, but she knew this had taken awhile. How long "awhile" had been, she had no clue. She got up and wrapped up in a gray flannel robe. It wasn't one she used often, but it brought her a sense of comfort because it was so soft and warm. She tied it shut and went over to the large dresser mirror. There wasn't one ounce of color to her face. And when had she gotten so thin? Her hair, nornally so soft and silky, looked like straw. Dry, tangled, lifeless. The black circles under her eyes were better, but part of them looked like they lingered as badges of the combat she had fought getting out of that potions trap she had been tricked into. Well, that just completed the whole nasty picture. She must have been some heathen woman. Why the hell had he stayed?
And then, a new thought emerged. Abbey. Was Abbey even stilll there? Who the hell had started calling her Abbey, anyway? Where had that come from? She couldnt' remember. She felt nothing inside her anymore. But then again, she felt very little. She needed Rob. She needed him to answer some of her questions. And equally as badly, she craved her french roast. She looked out the window. By the position of the sparkling sun, it looked like early morning. The deep snow out her window was significantly thawed. Hmm. She had missed some days, iti seemed. Now she had a clue about how Rob felt after a night too long at the pub. But this, for some reason, seemed to have gone on much longer. Was Rob still here? She didn't hear any noise. DId he leave her again? DId he go to the bistro? Was she alone in the house? And why did that feel unsettling for her?
She noticed her black bag on its proper hook in her room. She went over and looked inside. Empty. Hmm. Rob's work, she knew that. She actually hadn't wanted the potion at all right now. She had just been curious about whether or not he would leave all her little bottles alone, even though somehow she knew better. Then she noticed something else. Her engagement and wedding rings were back on her hand. They were a bit big now on her finger, but they were back. Evidently, life was going to begin again. Somehow, Rob had had some immense power to make life and all it's chaos just stop. Stop entirely. When she couldn't cope another instant, he'd just made the planet stop rotating so she could get off for awhile. She could not, for the life of her, remember how he had done that. But it meant more to her than she could ever say. And what exactly was that she had foggily in her brain about him being an animagus now? How the hell had that happened? Some dumb dog? Was that right? She had an odd thought in her mind about telling Abbey to go take the stick and throw it for Daddy to fetch. Hmm. Maybe not quite back in her brain yet after all.
She tried to call for Rob, but her voice still had a bit of that weird tinny sound in her ears, and sounded thin and not like her own strong voice that she had trained so hard to use it to command power. This was so much less than what it had been as she heard herself calling his name. While she waited, she knew she had to become a lot less ugly. She drew out clothes to go shower. Jeans, a teal green colored tunic style sweater, clean underthings, warm slipper socks. She doubted he would let her out of the house just yet. But she did have to shower.
When she didn't hear a response from Rob, she thought perhaps he'd been feeling Robdog-ish and had merely left himself out to pee or something. She went to shower. She felt better after having showered and shampooed and she was quite sure she was a lot less disgusting looking and smelling. She dressed, styled her hair in the usual loose long style she favored, and, then, feeling tired, she headed back for her room. She didn't know if she had the strength to tackle the stairs, and she had no idea if her magic had returned or if it would, but she hesitated to try it without Rob there to undo whatever mayhem she might unleash with the smallest of spells. She called for him a second time.
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