When Hermione woke again there was a very distinct lack of comfort to the action. She rolled herself side to side only to find herself strapped atop of what seemed to be a rather rickety chair with cords of rope looped around her wrists and ankles to keep her tightly to the structure. Her head, however, was free and her hair pulled back into a roughly assembled ponytail that left curled fraying bits wafting against the midpoint of her neck.