Hermione marvelled at it, despite the discomfort she was in. She knew she had to put up with it. Magical injuries took a long time to heal. And she had a veritable back catalogue for her body to deal with. It had been five years since she'd suffered the Cruciatus Curse at Malfoy Manor, but those wounds had never truly been repaired, the nightmares made sure of that. The deep, marrow-level ache was striking her now. Her hips were the worst part, creaking and groaning like she was an ancient old lady. She didn't feel too far off from that.