Hermione watched as the bored class, continued their attempts to capture her likeness on parchment, as Alecto Carrow rattled off a list of key differences between dangerous mudbloods and feckless muggles. Hermione tried to take in the ancillary information about the control collar welded to her neck and the manacles on her limbs, understanding that this most restrictive bondage was reserved for the most dangerous prisoners, unfortunately Alecto Carrow seemed to be far more interested in her chastity belt, prodding it multiple times with his wand, before returning his attention to the captive’s breasts. Hermione watched as Umbridge leisurely paced through the rows of students, her toady face breaking into a cruel smile as she looked at the rendering of Hermione, she enjoyed the narrative that Alecto Carrow was weaving, enforcing all the Ministry talking points on muggle and mudbloods, inwardly she was glad to have taken this brief detour today, teaching was an important vocation.