She drew her wand and delicately drew a containment rune on Harry's forehead, his only bit of exposed skin. He rolled his eye but allowed it. Hermione looked on, and Harry watched her curiously. He wasn't totally sure, but he could have sworn he saw Hermione frown jealously as Enola's magic touched him. It made Harry's insides squirm again, and his anger shirked away a little more.