It took Dennis’s reemergence with a rack, for attention to be drawn back on the bound captive. Neither witch seemed particularly worried about her welfare as Dennis was directed to set up her unwilling body on the latest torture device. This latest indignity was not for the benefit of the cameras, her wig was removed and she was now fully nude. Hermione felt her legs and arms being stretch unnaturally in opposite directions, she understood this was a move of pure spite, to wring as much pain from her bone regrowing ordeal, coaxing the bone-growth to go further to accommodate her now hyper-extended limbs, with some clever strapping the bar pinioning her lower body to the rack flared her hips, introducing a natural splay to the growing leg bones, ensuring when the medicine had run its course Hermione’s gait would be fixed in a subtle parody of the neanderthal-like muggle pictures Umbridge propaganda department peddled to the pliant wizard-public. On a visceral level Hermione understood that Umbridge wanted to give her a permanent reminder of the day’s debauchery in her secret rooms, but her innocent mind had failed to connect all the devious dots in the former headmistress’s plan.