Nothing could get rid of the rancid taste in Hermione’s mouth the flavours had marinated in her mouth jewellery. She cursed her tormentors now that she had more control over her mouth the torrent of obscenities only seemed to amuse her captors, she cringed hearing the noticeable lisp, her stream of profanities was rendered semi-comical by the tongue piercings, she couldn’t goad or wound the gathered Death Eaters with her words, she had no weapons she could deploy in her own defence.