Hermione watches her attempt to locate the wand somewhere in the mud. She fails. She crawls backwards, faster and faster, until she somehow finds her feet and runs, stumbling, across the pitch. Hermione grits her teeth and levers herself up. Something in her body burns, but she cannot spare time to figure out what it is. Close to one of the goal posts lies a splinter, as large as a stake. She drops the ruined remnants of her wand and takes up the wood instead.