Kit was immensely and unhealthily reliant to Potions's for Dreamless Sleep. It was the only thing that allowed her to sleep without terrorizing anyone within the Hufflepuff dorms.

It was hard enough for her to close her eyes when she wasn't asleep and seeing her brother die before over and over. While the potion helped her a great deal, she had been given warnings on not relying on it, however, she never heeded them.

So, it had gotten to the point of her being overcome with the anxiety if she ever ran out of supplies for the potion itself. Though, while that was not as much of an issue considering that the ingredients were not as hard to get by within Hogwarts—but even with the substantial supply, it was worrying most of her peers and Professors.

It was hard for the people that were one close to Kit, seeing her distance herself and stray away from even bodily contact with anyone.

She had arisen into a panic whenever she was near someone, feeling as if she'd bring them the same misfortune her late brother had faced. However, many people could argue that the accident was not her fault—but that was never going to get through her until she allowed it.

Prior to the loss of her brother, Kit was always found smiling and expressing her passion for anything she loved. She was a bubbly teenager that believed in everyone and everything. It was really hard to believe that just within hardly over a year, she had drastically changed to the complete opposite from who she was.

Though, how could anyone blame her? She lost her sibling that brought that happiness out of her.

For Kit, she was definite that if she allowed herself to be consumed by the suffocation—she'd finally reunite with her brother. However, the strong nagging feeling of walking into the path that led to her death was something she wouldn't cross.

While she had thought of it as a way to be with Cato—she kept telling herself 'This is not what he would want' or 'Cato would never forgive me'

It was really the only consolation that kept her sane.

"Kit Kat" Kit continued to pick up her pace as she felt the chill at the nape of her neck. She was frightened. The voice repeated again, but she just ignored it.

It scared her, whenever she heard her twin's voice—it was not the first time, but every time it happened it was a haunting voice that terrified her. When she first heard it, she felt her heart shatter, at the fact that it sounded so real—but with the voice, there was not a single physical entity that it belonged to.

For her, she was confident it was her conscious tricking her—playing with her to drive her to insanity.

She knew that ghost was not an uncommon thing, but accepting it was his ghost—only made the reality that he was gone flood her airways.

She wanted to push away the voice because a large part of her still believed that it was all just a nightmare.