Hermione shifted in her chains and stared at the door. She was going to see her pet for the first time in months. From the brief conversations she had managed to eavesdrop on, he was a key witness in her trail and therefore a written statement wouldn’t do, not like her other dolls. After all, she had kept him with her everywhere she went, not just because he was her favorite, but because he had tried to fight her at every step. He had been the only one she had to painstakingly lay rules around, the only one that would look at the rules she didn’t give and act on those instead.