The first thing Hermione did when she was dropped off at mid-day on the moor between Lucius" house and the forest was test her wand. As soon as the elf dropped it in to her waiting palm before disapparating, she noticed the vibration of it was weird. Every morning since she was eleven her wand seemed to purr like a kitten until its core synced to the vibration of her own core. Today, her wand did not do that. Instead it felt like the rumbling her dad's 1964 Chevy Bel Air when it was being cold started and showed no sign of stopping or trying to match with her. For the first time since she had acquired her wand, Hermione felt a disconnect from it, almost as if it was just a tool. It was a feeling that made her stomach coil in the worst way.