The anticipation was palpable as the surrounding death eaters moved closer, almost jockeying for position. A snarling Amycus Carrow informed the room they were blocking his camera, but after a few seconds of rejigging things were back on track. Hermione let that thought wash over her, she has been poked, prodded and filmed through out her incarceration, this violation of her privacy no longer even registered with her as objectionable, given the levels of utter depravity she had now endured.