Hermione snapped out of her stupor suddenly. The fiendfyre shooting out of her wand dissipated in an instant. It had been her little pet project during the Tournament - learning and controlling the flames. It had taken many attempts and several trashed and burnt rooms. But now, Hermione's control was perfect. It was therapeutic as well, to just watch the flames burn - searching and slaughtering any living creature that they came into contact with. 