Just as she lifted the dropper, she felt a small jolt. Hermione paused, listening to see if there was anything wrong outside the room. She was met with silence and stillness. She was holding the dropper over the cauldron, carefully releasing the drops. One. Two. And jolt, but this one was... bigger. Longer. Hermione didn’t have time to process it when the whole building started shaking and screams from outside hit. And then all balance was lost. It felt like she was in a dollhouse and some toddler picked it up to shake it around. She lost the dropper and all its contents into the cauldron. 