Malfoy pulls his wand out, grabbing her wrists. The incantation he uses is silent, and white rope slithers around her wrists binding them together. Lifting them up, he connects them to another rope hanging from the ceiling—forcing her to stand with her arms up. She watches him do it without comment, and he raises an eyebrow at her, surprised by her sudden placidity. But he steps back without a word to admire his handiwork.