"I told Harry about my idea of maybe Muggle technology working," Cho piped up from the armchair where she sat on Ron’s lap, rubbing her thigh to work the circulation in her shortened leg. She didn’t seem at all self-conscious about the injury, only annoyed that it meant she couldn’t fight anymore. Hermione wished she were as strong as Cho; nothing seemed to faze the other witch, whereas lately, Hermione seemed to go to pieces over anything and everything.