She had to make her move quickly to get to her wand. One misstep and it was all over. Waiting until she noticed the two men share a silent look between each other filled with meaning, Hermione ran towards the bundle of robes on the floor. She could just feel the fabric between her fingers when a spell shot at her by one of the wizards sent her flying across the room. Slamming into the wall, she felt her breath knocked out of her. Before she could even fall back to the floor, rough hands grabbed her and dragged her to one of the dining chairs from the kitchen that had been brought into the room while she was still in the bathroom. Clearly, they came prepared. Ropes shot out of the end of Aubin's wand, binding each of her limbs to the chair. Her hope was waning.