"Well well, doesn’t this bring back fond memories?" Bellatrix drawled, looking down at Hermione with her wand trained on her. "Little mudblood thinks she’s so smart, does she? Well, I think we can fix that." She leered at Hermione, whose hands had begun to shake as panic clawed at her throat. She tried vainly to summon her wand to her hand, to cast any of the dozen wandless spells she knew, but none of her training had prepared her for her body’s reaction to the sheer terror of being face-to-face with Bellatrix Lestrange, once again wandless and at the other woman's mercy.