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hermoniny (hermoniny) wrote in pandorarpg,

Hermione was not happy about what was going on in the least. She'd been trapped in this stupid cuppord all day, possibly longer than a day, she really wasn't sure, with nothing but some water and bread. She was stiff, sick of this body bind crap, not being able to scream, and just everything that was going on in general. Ron must be having a heart attack by now, which only made her feel worse, because she hated to think of him worrying. Not that she wouldn't be doing the same thing in his place, but at least when he'd come up against the witch behind all this she had the decency to get things done quickly rather than making him wait all night. She just wanted it to be over if nothing else. But she should have known better, that was definitely a "be careful what you wish for" moment, because no sooner had she thought that then the door was opened, and the light was blinding.

After her sight cleared and she heard that annoyingly familiar voice again, she finally figured out who had kidnapped her. Marietta! She strained against her bindings again, furious, glaring her anger and hatred at the girl, and now really having no idea what was going on. Sure, Marietta had red hair like the accused witch, but Hermione wasn't going to give her the credit for everything that had happened. She wasn't that bright.