Hermione continued her mute observations as she watched Snape play with a metal sound. "Poppy, I need the itching potion and you might as well add the diarrhetic to the feeding grate too, I don’t want to diminish her whorish drool". Hermione sensed the liquid move inexorably through the feeding tubes, she thought she might gag but she knew she knew she was no longer the master of her body. Snape slathered the sound with the itching potion, as he brought the implement closer Hermione knew that this was no normal sound, small protruded ridges speckle the length of the object.