Fuzzy. It wasn't a bad word, Hermione decided as she waved her wand about to turn the lights off. She found her head was still pounding, but at least her eyes weren't threatening to do things they oughtn't.
"Okay, well, you remember how to talk, so that's good," she whispered trying to lighten the mood and no doubt failing. "I suspect things will start occurring to you later, then. I can't... I can't go back in there, Romilda, not right now. We'll have to see if it works as time progresses."