"It’s alright." she told Draco as he scowled then gently put her down. She panicked with McGonagall, but with Ron there was a disgusted feeling of "I was right" about not trusting him. "Harry don’t panic." she said and stepped in view. Ron’s eyes bulged, and Harry blinked but said nothing as she shifted. Her feathers felt squashed and uncomfortable under her clothes but she gave them a very good look before she called up her magic and wrapped it back around herself. Back to the Hermione they knew. Harry rubbed the back of his head as Ron looked green. Before Mcgonagall could reach him he ran to the nearest bin and vomited, groaning in pain into it. "How nice." she spat towards him. 