It gave Hermione chills to watch Rabastan in his element. Others in their society might have lived in a state of fear that she would one day stand across from them while they were strapped into a similar chair. In her nightmares, Rabastan stood over her, taunting her with the knowledge that she wasn't going to enjoy a single moment. He was a Master at his craft. It wasn't difficult for her to admire his brutal tactics. Somehow he was able to make it into something on an art. Once she desired to be more like him. In that moment, however, she longed to run out of the room and never turn back. Only the reminder of seeing Aberforth's face staring out from his cell minutes earlier when they entered gave her the courage to endure what must be endured.