            "It actually worked," she breathed out, admiring how the chain coiled around her hand. It was nearly weightless, pulled down only by the mouse below her. Hermione crouched down, scooping up her wand in one hand, the mouse in the other. "Rennervate," she whispered, and the mouse began to stir. She carried it to the dais, heels echoing on the stone, then lowered it to the platform’s edge. The whispers of the Veil beckoned her, but Hermione paid them no heed. She pointed her wand at the mouse again. "Locomotor!"