Hermione, on the other hand, couldn’t bring herself to feel even the smallest ounce of sympathy towards the crazy witch who had tortured her, engraving the crude name into her arm. Just thinking about it made the wound let out a dull throb. Instead, she felt an oddly overpowering sense of satisfaction well up inside of her, and she had to fight against the smug smirk that tried to tug at her lips.