A stray broom whistled toward her, and Hermione snatched at it with a curt "Strigo!" She hopped on and aimed for the center of the fair site to get a better view.
More Aurors were arriving, and she broke into a grin as she recognized members of the Squad. One of them looked a great deal like Tanner himself, and she turned her broom to rejoin the fight. It had to be bad if Tanner himself was here.
The broom suddenly jerked right, then left. Hermione gripped the shaft and hauled back in a desperate attempt to control it. What was going on? She wasn't Harry by any means, but she wasn't a child!
"Hold!" she shouted. The broom shuddered, then dove straight toward Jack, Tanner, and an Auror. "No, slow! STOP! Stop!" They were going to hit, she was going to murder her boss and -
The broom stopped so suddenly she lost her grip and somersaulted down toward a patch of mud. She barely had to time to tuck and roll before she slammed into the ground....