In the meantime, Draco was quick to retrieve a device that reminded Hermione of a miniature butcher’s block. After tiring of playing with the nose piercing, Barty Crouch stretched the bound witch’s frozen tongue (stiff from the body bind curse), pinning the muscle flat to Draco’s block, whistling at the unnatural length days of house elf training had gained. "I reckon I could fit a third stud and a chin piercing here, very nice". Hermione could feel him indicate his point prodding her tongue with his wand, before she felt her body buck 3 times in close succession as Barty Crouch, adorned her tongue with the promised 3 studs, clearly her audience believed the more jewellery the better. Her muscles strained against her bindings as the third piercing was placed far back in her mouth. Next she felt an additional sting in the centre of her chin. She could feel the puddling bloody drool seep from her mouth coating the block her tongue remained locked to. Her eyes bulged as she caught sight of what Snape had euphemistically called the cap, she felt a runnel of saliva escape from her mouth, as her horrified anticipation overtook any efforts to spare herself her current slobbering humiliation.