Hermione let out a violent hiss of air between her teeth before she ripped several blades of grass out of the ground. Holding them firmly between her fingers, and closing her eyes, she imagined turning the blades into a goblet. One of the simple ones that were at Hogwarts. Having gone to school there for seven years, it was still easy for her to imagine as she whispered the basic incantation for inanimate objects. She didn't dare attempt her hand at word-less magic as she was unsure when her wand may become unpredictable. The stem would be firm, not at all hallow, as they used genuine bronze goblets. The cup would have been a perfect circle in its circumference and the bottom of it would be slightly frosted if it was filled with pumpkin juice - Hermione nearly lost her train of thought at the excitement of feeling the grass shift. She only let herself lose it entirely when she felt what should have been the stem of the goblet become too thick and wiggle in her grasp.