Hermione landed in a thudding cloud of dust and debris that had been kicked up by her sudden, halted descent. The ache in her shoulder and side was but a mere nuisance now that she had her guts back and all the litres of blood. A trembling palm was laid across the expanse of her stomach, and even though she knew that she was alright, she checked. The Ministry would be here momentarily, she knew that as well, but still, she wasted time on it. 