Hermione felt her tongue being spelled rigid and her mouth was ordered to contort into a wide o-shape, the fingers in her mouth further hampered her breathing, but she could see it was Snape acting impatiently pulling her tongue taut out of her mouth, the pain stopped her from moving as Lucius approached her with a bridle. He held her face by looping his finger through her nasal piercing, forcing her head upward to give himself a better angle for inserting the metal bit. He slid the bar easily to the back of her mouth taking advantage of the vacant space left when her new diminished teeth were installed. He aligned the bar to rest on the last tongue stud, fixing her stiff tongue to rest uncomfortably outward, the shiny tongue cap lolling far past her lips. She was sure she must have looked as if she was at the receiving end of one too many Confundus Charm, the wetness of drool streaming down her face.