Hermione was habituated to the darkness from the sensory deprivation sessions in her training. The new weight made moving her head impossible as her headgear was fused to the collar on her neck, holding her still like an impromptu posture collar. From her dark portable prison, she felt four cocooning splints covered her limbs, again the casing felt needlessly heavy and rigid, robbing her completely of any mobility. A blind and deaf Hermione, couldn’t see the enraptured look on Arthur’s face, as he added four castor wheels to the end of the limb splints. He spelled his plaything backwards and forwards, like a child playing with a remote controlled car. Eventually he summoned Winky and Kreacher, instructing them that he needed the slave to be paraded through Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, so that the new delivery drone could be summoned to the correct rooms without fuss, the wheels would autonomously recall the programmed destination. He would need to join Severus and Poppy in formulating a punishment for the newly re-captured Gabrielle, he could feel his pulse quicken with anticipation for a fresh toy, one that had proven more wily then the witch formerly known as Hermione Granger,