Hermione dropped to the floor as Blaise’s curse cut the air. She scuttled backwards into the workroom and rolled to the side, springing into a low crouch. She navigated the familiar space effortlessly despite the pitch black and plucked her wand off the workbench. She reached for her razor, but the tool was not where she expected it, and there was no time for further searching. She backed herself onto the stairs and pointed her wand before her.