Hermione padded her way down the hall, her half-mask still blinded her, forcing her to rely on the commands blinking in front of her eyes. Intermittently a tug on her ponytail would rectify her posture forcing her head upwards, other times quick pinches and tugs, would grasp at her chains or flesh knocking her off her stide. Hermione thought the commands were malfunctioning as she seemed to be walking in wide circles in the courtyard of the castle, but as soon as this thought struck her, she was once again paraded through another long corridor, again susceptible to a gauntlet of slaps and nips at her naked body.