Hermione's day was spent ferrying various functionaries down to the lake. She concentrated furiously on her job, trying her best to minimise the pain caused by her various assortment of chains. It was apparent that a wedding was going to take place imminently, a convoy of similarly clad pony-girls and boys following her well worn path down the rolling hill to the lake-side nuptials. Hermione noticed for the first time the other human ponies were in much less severe bondage than her own, she also could see they were bedecked in silver rather than her own golden finery. Suddenly the thought struck her that the only limitations on her vision were the blinders as she could now see fellow slaves and the wedding invitees, several of whom were not Death Eaters, nevertheless they seemed like important functionaries from the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet, each bigwig vying to get a ride on the Gryffindor whole.