Hermione was the first to finish and hand in her written lines. She looked straight at Umbridge as she gave her the parchment, keeping up an air of defiance that made the Headmistress’s thin mouth tighten, before she marched out of the Great Hall and back to the Gryffindor tower. She was in no mood to be pestered by anybody about the counter jinx for Edgecombe’s boils, nor did she want to listen to the others crying or complaining about the bloodquill. She wanted to curl up in her bed and pretend that nothing outside of her duvet existed and that Hogwarts was still her home away from home and not this terrible institution, where children lived under the constant fear of archaic punishment.