Hermione shrugged off her outer-robes and laid them across the back of her chair. There would be no need for them down in the bowels of the building. She checked that her hair was still pulled tightly against her head. It wouldn't do any good for the prisoner to have anything he could potentially grab on to in the midst of the horrors they were about to inflict upon him. She learned her lesson in the early days of her career. A fistful of hair ripped from her head wasn't an experience she was keen to repeat.