All eyes locked on Hermione, who kept her face as blank as possible. This was very much not the way this information should have come out. Cecily, either relishing in the collective shock that was palpable in the room or genuinely not caring about what she had just said, continued: "But you know that, don't you Mimi? You can feel it. Something cold and quiet, seeping through those veins of yours. Magical beings weren't made to live without magic. You take the magic away, you take the magical being. It is a slow death, an uncomfortable one, I've been told. Tell me, Mimi, what can you feel?"