All the time you need

Her eyes wide open, her vision blurred blinded by the morning rays of golden sunlight that reflected a new day with dreams and aspirations to fulfill. Matilda raised her head, and before sitting upright felt as though she had been hit by the Cruciatus curse.

The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that she no longer knew where she was, she felt as though white-hot knives were piercing every inch of her skin, her head throbbed and bursted with pain, struck with it's intensity she let out a low growl.

"Argh, what the hell!" She exclaimed drawing her brows closely as she struggled to sit upright in the unfamiliar room, what had happened to her?, she quizzed internally, it was impossible to recollect what had happened how she had ended up here with stings of pains coursing through her veins and flesh, had she gotten into a fight or perhaps was this morning headache?

"You're awake," She heard a familiar voice and approaching footsteps wafted with the smell of morning tea, taking in the