Hermione struggled to wiggle free of the tie around her wrists, and Crocell gently untied her. Pushing aside the scrolls littered atop her bedspread, Hermione climbed onto her bed and curled up into a hunched little unhappy ball, clinging to a pillow. "I want to learn the real spell," she said after a moment’s uncomfortable silence. "The real one that stops you burning. And one to stop you drowning, too."