Hermione shifted and jerked again as Ron made another move on her. He was so blindly resolute to make amends for his failings ... Enola was half-wondering if Tom Riddle was stood over his minion, demanding he keep attacking until he broke through. That solidified Enola's own resolve, as she hoped Weasley was being punished for each failed attempt. It felt like a victory with each successful repel of his invasive magic. So she drew out another powerful defensive rune, pushed it into the path of Ron's spell, and fist pumped as it was deflected away. She closed her eyes ... and imagined Ron's agonised cry as Riddle whipped a curse across his stupid, ginger head.