The older witch let the cat jump from her grasp, the feline continuing to tread small circle, tentative at first before nudging closer to the bound witch. "Now, Mimi stop like a good kitty, we need to wait for our visitor". Hermione watched as the cat’s pink collar pulsed at the command, the cat momentarily froze in place, before it scarpered back to her mistress’s desk. "Him those restraints are so unsightly, it’s a pity my pretty pink control collars only work on animals and half-breeds. Well, even if your own collar doesn’t grant me instant compliance, do not worry I have a foolproof way of keeping you in your rightful place", Hermione watched as the short wand was redirected from her face to her bound arms. "Ossio Dispersimus!" . Hermione felt her arm grow slack, the constricting discomfort of the manacles shackling her right arm behind her back no longer felt tight in contrast to her sore left arm. "Hmmm Mimi does appreciate the Vanishment side of Transfiguration, I will give you both a treat and show you again". Umbridge’s cruel taunts were substantiated as she rounded her captive and disappeared more bones in turn; leaving Hermione’s arms and feet floppy; only the weight of the shackles keeping her sagging limbs in place. Umbridge worked the gag from Hermione’s mouth, her threats to vanish her larynx if she spoke kept the female prisoner deathly silent, knowing the Umbridge would not give it a second thought before she followed through on her threat. She watched as Umbridge accio’ed some catnip sprinkling it on the stolen gag before depositing it with her pet cat, Mimi who began humping the gold appendage in a blissed out state.