Okay, so the wrist break had happened when Neville had crumpled to the floor, but still ... Hermione had sparked his lights out with one punch! So Enola knew she had to be careful. Hermione whimpered again and Enola threw up another barrier in her mind. She dabbed a cool flannel at Hermione's forehead, hot with roiling sweat, and whispered comfortingly to her. She wondered how long this would go on for ... and she wasn't the only one.