"Animasque Conjuret." Hermione held out her opposite hand, stretching her fingers out in a motion to call the energy to her. Suddenly, the illuminated trail of magic swirled into her grasp; the magic settled just over her palm before it descended into her skin. The wispy tendrils cut into her as if they were tiny daggers, eliciting a splattering of blood drops that did not fall, but hung suspended in the air.