Next she felt the levitation spell, she could feel her body being flipped carelessly midair, a tight aerial somersault that she had no control over, before she was landed into a large hay-filled crate. Unbeknownst to the captive, Umbridge and Grubbly-Plank discussed the inane niceties of their respective days as a squat witch moved a half-dozen nifflers in to join the sex-slave. Hermione felt the tickle of moving fur against her naked skin, until the tugging on her shiny piercing began, chiefly the jewellery on her tits, but one enterprising creature was fiddling with her nose ring, the tiny rodent like feet scrambling across her face trying to get purchase on the trapped ring, shifting the blindfold to allow the captive an insight into her current predicament. Once she responded with a pained moan, the niffler’s target turned towards the golden gag in her mouth. Hermione's vision was returned to darkness, as Umbridge's stubby hands fixed the half-mask blindfold with rough disregard.