The scowl on Aubin's face made Hermione roll her eyes. She was done talking. Nothing physical they did to her body would be worse than having to listen to them speak. As terrified as she truly was deep down, she was oddly relaxed about the whole situation. It was really no more than what she deserved. How many people had she done that very same thing to over the years? Perhaps it was about time she got a taste of her own potion.