As she walked around, Hermione focused on her power, exercising her shifting abilities. Her talons on either hand were a given—they came and went as easily as she breathed, and she could control their speed of growth and sharpness. She turned a corner, let the magic roll over her left arm, morphing it into a huge black wing. Turned it back into her human arm and then transformed the other. Rolled her shoulders, feeling her muscles shift. Her hearing had grown keen with these exercises and she could hear Draco in his study, speaking with Pansy—she focused on that, drawing their voices out from below like a spider’s thread.