Hermione ducked as an orange flare shot through the air past her shoulder and crouching low, scrambled back into the thick of battle. In the meantime, she had to stay alive. The battlefield was chaos, but after the generous handful of battles she had fought in over the past week, Hermione was...not used to it, she didn’t think she would ever get used to the screams and the fear and the lurking shadow of death ready to snatch whomever he could. No, she wasn’t used to it, but she no longer panicked the way she had on the first mission that had turned into a pitched fight.