"Comfortable dear? Well, you've been working so hard all these years looking for exclusive bites. Your teeth must hurt, darling. My parents were dentists, tooth healers, in case you didn't get the reference. I think I could make them proud after all. Just wait here while I get some stuff." crooned Hermione as she disapparated in a wisp of smoke. Ten minutes down the line, she was back with both hands full. In one she held a delicately crafted leather bag of sorts with the initials Dr.Emma G, and in the other she held a rusty red tool box.