"Yes he’s-" and then the pain hit right on cue. She slammed it back, letting the pain rise up, its form an angry wraith clamoring against the slippery sides of the empty bathtub. Hermione shushed it and soothed it and let the tub fill with that cooling lotion, the pearly and effervescent healing salve swirling calmly, and felt it wash over her own body. 