"Miss Granger – your back!" Professor McGonagall panted, robes fluttering out around her as she drew up alongside Hermione. Damnit – Hermione had been hoping no one would notice; it wasn’t easy to see by the flickering torchlight that lit the halls intermittently. Well, now that it had been noticed, there was no point in trying to downplay the wound. Hermione didn’t even know how severe it was, except that blood was still trickling warm beneath her leather armour despite the wound having been inflicted at least five minutes ago.