With a devilish smile, Hermione drew her vine wood wand out, and waved it over her head. A crimson cloak draped over her shoulders and a golden mask materialized hiding her features. She tucked away her brown curls beneath the velvet hood, and started pacing towards the shape of the boy stirring from his slumber. He was just coming back from the Stun spell only to find himself tightly bound to the cold marble headstone. 