Hermione remained stock still, worried that if she didn’t hold the internal chain taut that she would be forced to endure another onslaught of pain. Even when the Weasley twins flipped her onto her back, she didn’t dare flinch even though her golden tramp stamp flared a wave of fresh agony, once again. She looked in mute horror at the unobstructed view of her magically shortened limbs, she was horrified that she could fully see the impact of this newest curtailment meant she could no longer bend her joints. She had very little range of motion to try to impede any further actions by her captors. This thought became moot almost immediately as she felt the tell-tale sting of the body bind curse hit her, this temporary paralysis left her lying on her back with her hands and feet cast upwards, once again totally exposed to the whims of her jailers. She watched as each Weasley twin took control of two shortened limbs pinning them downwards, leaving her torso exposed to her captors.