The witch had lost her voice, been cursed into a wolf. The scarring all along her throat was far too much damage for mere magic to overcome but her mind -  sharp as ever  - was still intact. The enchantments that Hermione had pressed into her mind were strong enough that no one outside of pack could look in, but they were not so much as to wipe out who she was. Blue eyes swirling with hatred, burning orbs of cold-fire that Hermione giggled at.