Hermione got to her feet and leapt to the side before clutching the two foot long serpent by it's tail. With ease she aimed at the tree nearest to her and whipped it, allowing all of its guts, entrails, and entire skeleton to splat against the tree trunk. It was crude, but she decided if she was going to lose, it wouldn't be due to a snake. She stared at the tree, allowing herself to slip into that mindset that had saved her arse so much over the years. If I was Lucius, where would I look first on my island?