Rita returned the knowing smile, sensing she was about to be deputised into this elite circle, she watched untroubled as the Umbridge played with the prisoner’s face, until she grew bored and directed her boytoy to undo the bindings keeping the black-clad prisoner trapped to the handcart. Hermione was deeply confused, about who the mysterious person could be, the Order of the Phoenix had been hollowed out years ago and in truth she was the last not-so standing member of Dumbledore’s Army. She wracked her brains for possibilities as Dennis continued to remove the bindings pinning the second prisoner’s arms. Hermione felt slightly jealous as she saw her fellow prisoner move their limbs tentatively trying to relieve some stiffness, she wondered why the prisoner wasn’t attempting to escape, given her own crippled state she mentally cursed the passiveness of her fellow prisoner.