"Oh, no, no, no, no, no!" Hermione dropped to her knees and pulled out the Moccasins Draco gifted her with last night. If this was just a cruel joke made by Lucius and I can't use my wand - I'm bloody done for! "Finite Incantatem!" The wand responded well enough that she knew the spell had been lifted off the shoes, almost as if there was no disruption in the flow of magic, but she knew better. Her wand acted almost as if it was hers no longer. Throwing a glance over her shoulder, she looked back at the manor to make sure no one was in fact coming for her before hastily putting the shoes on over her socks and running into the woods.