The cold bit against her skin once again, and Hermione was reminded of how utterly alone she was in this place. Dark thoughts entered the safety of her consciousness, and she envisioned an eternity in a glass cage of her own mind’s making. Her breaths quickened, and she panicked once again. Running the perimeter of the inside of the box, looking for a weakness that couldn’t be found. Her fists pounded against the glass, her voice still gone as she tried to scream into the void. 