Beverly was cringing, at the Pureblood healer’s obvious disdain for her; but Hermione was getting angrier by the second. "That’s it?" Hermione yelled. "For two months, my cousin has been starved, raped, and beaten by both Malfoy wizards and by assorted Death Eaters, and all you’re giving her is a pain-relief potion? And if you hadn’t had that in your pocket, she wouldn’t be getting even that?"