Hermione, sensing her chance, darted forwards. But then, a spell of such unrepentant force hit her that she was left breathless by its power. She turned her eyes, wide and startled, to see Enola advancing slowly ... her flawless features infused with a dark, hideous fury that Hermione had never seen there before. Her long, whitewood wand was in her hand ... and she was so furious that the little stick was actually vibrating against her elegant fingers. For the first time in their brief acquaintance, Hermione truly appreciated, with a startling tremble of respectful fear, the raw ferocity of Enola Longbottom's magical ability.