            The sight of her glistening skin was like a jolt of magic to her mind, wrenching her away from the sea’s hypnosis. Hermione twisted sideways, finding the grim face of the auror Proudfoot observing her. Hermione’s lips parted to speak, but her mouth was so dry, she had to force herself to swallow first. "What happened?" she finally managed to choke out. When he rose to his feet, face lined with concern and a hand outstretched, she whipped around.