Hermione patiently waited outside the classroom, not having the first lesson sometimes really paid off. She continued to read the book with leather cover, neatly hand-written recipes for various needs. Thank Merlin for magical charms, keeping the old scribbles clear and in-tact, considering the age of this thing. The one she was studying for a while now was "Le Tourment Désespéré'. Slow torturous venom, as Draco described it, created by French to aid them in battles.