Barty Crouch worked the sharp stem of the cap through the tip of her tongue, the cruel point sliding laterally through her flesh until is met her first tongue stud, she felt the two points of metal fuse together, she could sense the sizzled heat of the fusion burn within her tongue. She watched as Snape performed a familiar incantation, it was just like when her dammed collar was fused to her neck bones, this time the magic drew the cap’s metal stem transversely through her tongue-flesh until all three studs were connected internally, somehow the metal spike now embedded in her tongue had avoided penetrating anything vital, but she could feel the newfound stiffness in her tongue. The only outward indication of this violation was the golden tipped cap which Barty Crouch was wrestling to install on the tip of her tongue. The tapering of the cap, forced her tongue-tip into the confines of an uncomfortably tight space, as the golden cap split into a blunt small v-shape reminiscent of a snake’s forked tongue at the apex of the cap. Hermione felt she had turned cross-eyed as she continued to stare at her alien looking tongue, even though it was no longer bound to the block, it felt heavy and unwieldy as she struggled to regain control over the foreign feeling flesh. Hermione resented the fact that Barty Crouch worked the stretch flesh back into her mouth so easily, accomplishing the task Hermione had so recently struggled with. Her heavy tongue and her still spelled open mouth made Hermione’s curses completely unintelligible.