Cruel; what she said was just plain cruel, and Hermione wishes now, staring at the closed door from her huddle on the armchair, that she could take it back. But she can't. And she cannot deny that it felt so good to get it out. She has threads of anger mixed in with her fear and listlessness, which spark up now and then like a struck match, and when she doesn't exorcise it, it burns her. She unfolds from the chair and gets up with a wince, dizzied and weak from fasting, her muscles feeling sore. Thanks to the bruise potions and Malfoy's rudimentary healing skills her injuries are nearly fully gone, but sitting cramped in one place for so long leaves her body stiff.