The vase trembled for a moment but remained stubbornly stationary. Hermione sighed in frustration, feeling the weight of her wandlessness pressing down on her. She couldn't help but compare it to the effortless magic she had wielded with her own wand, the feeling of power and control she had experienced. With Bellatrix's wand, she felt like an imposter, an unwelcome guest in the world of magic.