He swept out of the room moments later to her surprise. A minute passed. Two minutes. Five. Ten. Fifteen. She knew only because there was a clock ticking loudly on the wall above the table. If she kept her eyes focused on the clock, she wasn't as tempted by the food. When he'd been gone for twenty minutes, Hermione took a step towards the table. If he wasn't around to witness her disobedience, what would it matter? The same spell struck her in the back. She witnessed him remove his disillusionment spell as she clutched her guts on the kitchen floor. He allowed her to lay there for several minutes in pain.