            The breath blew out in a mix of awe and relief. Hermione turned her hands over, palms up. From the center of each wrist, a golden chain extended. No, not a chain exactly, Hermione mused, reaching out to touch one, though she knew it felt only like air. The tethers were more like threads of gold, the links tightly wound and delicate. Her eyes traveled the length of the left thread first, following it behind her, towards the door of the apartment.