Hermione pauses, moves her foot away from your body, then does some sort of breathing exercise to calm herself down. You don't move a muscle...because you can't. Though honestly, after that experience, you're not sure you would have anyway. Finally, she opens her eyes and looks down at you. "Don't think you're getting out of this." She turns toward the pile of broken glass on the floor, and with a wave of her wand, the glass all reassembles into the shape of a vial, without so much as a scratch, and lands gracefully in her hand. Again, she uncorks it. She leans down, picks you up, and slides you into the vial. She casts the same spell as before, so you don't suffocate to death. She then smiles at you. For a moment, it's a proud smile. One that shows she got over her anger without killing you, one that shows that she has acquired something particularly useful to her studies all on her own. Then it's a malicious smile. One that displays her contempt for bugs, one that implies she may do things to you simply because she can, and not particularly because it would be helpful whatsoever to her studies. Before you can read more into it, Hermione places you and the vial back into her pocket, and in total darkness.
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