"Us gals are gonna have a lil chat." She said evilly. Hermione was smart. Arguably the smartest witch in England at the moment, and she liked to read. She read survivor accounts of the crucio, people doing their best to explain what the unforgivable felt like: Like you were set on fire, like all your bones were being broken at once, like you were being turned inside out. She thought if she read about it, she could prepare herself for it.