Hermione’s dilemma was short lived as she felt someone light settle in her carriage, directing her to move with a tongue clicking noise. As her rider didn’t speak she had no clue who she was carrying, only that their directions was moving her across the flat ground rather than labouring up the hill to Hogwarts. The pressure through the reins was increasingly painful, her trot did not seem to satisfy the rickshaw occupant but her clit chain made galloping near-impossible. As she hurtled towards the Dark Forest, when her reins suddenly reared her to a stop, sending a flare of pain through her chained extremities. Before she could plead to be released from her bondage, she watched the slight figure of Gabrielle Delacour disappear into the gap between two imposing trees. Even the limited field of vision allowed by her blinkers, showed Hermione the reasons why she had been abandoned by her rider. The blanket of knotweed tickled her planted foot, as she shifted onto her other leg, worried about the uneven ground. She seethed that the clit chain was such an insurmountable obstacle to further progress, she couldn’t manoeuvre herself easily in her current bondage. It took a few careful clipped steps to understand the secondary reason for her abandonment, the additional width of the carriage made it impossible for her to enter through the initial tight rows of yew trees that stood sentry at the forest edge, she continued to skirt around the trees, praying for a large enough gap to make good on her own escape or the opportunity to beg a passing creature to help her.