The head snatcher addressed his minions, ordering the return of wands now that their captive has been sufficiently restrained, advising the loitering crowd to get ready for their imminent move. He then casually stepped into Hermione’s close personal space, his voice in a low whispers as he extended an invitation "to do things the easy way’. He gave his prisoner a beat to comply, but Hermione watched the smug smile spread Cheshire-cat-like across her jailor’s face, as he recognised the petulant set to the bound witch’s jaw. With a click of his fingers, her leather bindings tightened in response, squeezing the air from her lungs resulting in a forced exhalation. While her mouth was involuntarily agape in pain, his gag was shoved unceremoniously into her mouth, it was a horrible alien feeling. Hermione’s response was automatic and visceral, as her she tried to fight against the intrusion using her mouth and tongue to push back the intrusion. It was a pyrrhic battle, as the gag had found its new home, killing her ability to raise even the slightest groan of complaint. The solid mass plugging her mouth was degrading, robbing her of her last piece of agency, silencing her completely. The leader took his time, adding the final touches to the face harness, making sure each buckle and strap were in place securing the gag uncomfortably tight.