            Hermione dropped to her knees, crying out as the bloodied one smacked into the cold stone. Shuffling awkwardly forward, Hermione managed to wiggle the wand between her fingers, all the while watching Lavender’s tranquil expression. Whatever it was, Hermione wouldn’t risk it lasting for long. "Finite Incantatem," she murmured, pointing the wand at her bindings. The ropes sprang free, and Hermione scrambled to her feet. Just as she aimed the wand at Lavender, a Petrificus Totalus poised on her tongue, a low, haunting voice began to flow from the girl’s slack lips.