Once there, she found it in the exact form she would have expected. Blood didn’t stain the rugs or floor. There was no evidence of the atrocities from the other night. Hermione walked over to the tables Draco had set up for their research, and her fingers skimmed over the parchment. She saw her name and looked closer. It was the diagnostic Draco must have run on her that night. Her vitals were listed, as well as a scan of her brain from a seizure of some kind. She saw the colored ink blots that covered the illustration. It was miraculous magic Draco created to achieve this, but the findings were concerning. Each time she used the curse it broke more of her. 