            A sudden pressure in her abdomen sent Hermione doubling over, gasping as she wrapped her arms around herself. A passing pedestrian shouted at her in French, but Hermione waved him off as the pain dissipated as quickly as it had set on. She allowed herself a few breaths, eyes still screwed shut. Wind tickled the nape of her neck, as if daring her to open her eyes. After a minute, she did, a breath held in her chest as her eyes fell down to her wrists.