After a lunch which neither witch ate much of, they began to brew. Healing potions, calming draughts, dreamless sleep, muscle relaxants, blood replenishing potions, pain relievers. Anything and everything they thought might be useful. Hermione found that it distracted her from the disturbing war inside her head. The frequent bickering of her own self conscious and the other voice was giving her a headache. The cutting, grinding, and stirring of potion making stopped it all for a little while, even if she couldn’t perform the necessary incantations. They worked quietly, the only sound was Narcissa’s gentle chanting as she waved her wand over the various cauldrons.