And Hermione was almost equally as frenetic. She raced around in pursuit of Harry, trying to repair the suits of armour he was melting, or the antique china sets that were fractured in his wake. She watched him change into his fierce Animagus lion form and tear curtains to shreds with his razor-sharp claws, or charge into ornate cabinets and head-butt their contents to smithereens. Thankfully, his attacks were confined to just the tapestries and furniture, rather than the living flesh of the palace's residents.