Hermione’s first instinct was to tell them to get out of the way. None of them had any expertise working with Isengrim’s Bane, or they would have recognized it already, and inexperienced hands in an infirmary were a recipe for disaster. But she couldn’t. She was still an outsider here, bowls or no, and had only barely begun to build a little familiarity within this strange new savage world. She had to prove herself, and she had to do it with their help, or she’d be forever watching her back.