"Prisoners don’t get wands. We have our equivalent of Azkaban - you would know if you were a prisoner. The tethering is for the Order’s security. I grant you that you didn’t get to consent to it like most who join us, but I didn’t exactly have time to give you a run down when we found you." Hermione opened the drawing-room door and pushed Pansy inside, eager to be done with the conversation. The others were still in the ballroom, so Hermione walked over to the sideboard and gestured for Pansy to pour herself a drink, while she pulled out a bottle of Elf-made wine and cast a cooling charm on it. Pansy and her daisyroot draught sat on an uncomfortable-looking chair in the corner of the empty room.