The force of the magic ricocheted off the walls, slamming into Hermione's shelves and causing them to separate from the wall. It was like time slowed down, everything breaking apart as it was devoured by her magic. The scream carried on as Hermione's knees hit the floor, teacups raining down around her. One by one, the fragile china cups shattered upon impact, but Hermione never noticed. She was too lost. At long last, the magic faded and her voice disappeared leaving her broken and raw.