Hermione scrambled and wriggled and her fingers scrabbled at the grass and she heard the Death Eater laughing and without looking up, knew the scum was laughing at her pitiful efforts to escape. Escape. Hah. Oh thank Merlin, yes! Her fingers closed over the smooth stick of her wand as a blue flash of light struck the turf just inches away from her fingers and dirt and grass exploded into the air.