1. Hermione coughs her way to consciousness, pushing herself up slowly so she can look around herself. Is this still part of the Ministry? There are so many strange rooms there that a beach and an unpleasant smell doesn't seem so far out of the realm of possibility - though admittedly, she can't imagine what purpose it would serve. She stands up cautiously, one hand clutched to her aching chest, immediately feeling for her wand - a wand that isn't in her pocket. Hermione's pulse rises, just a little, as she looks around anxiously. If this is the Ministry, then that means she's in danger of immediate attack from Death Eaters. Without a wand and already injured… she doesn't even want to think about what will happen next.
There's no point staying here though. Her wand isn't here. She starts to stagger up the beach. Every step is agony: whatever curse the Death Eater aimed at her was strong. "Harry," she calls, in a little over a whisper. "Ron? Anyone?"
2
The leaflets Hermione's handed are certainly unusual, and she pauses on a bench to read them. It's clear that somehow she's not in the Ministry, not even in England any more. So the creatures are familiar, but eating human flesh? Hermione shudders. "Disgusting," she murmurs. But all the same, her mind whirs. Whatever this is, these strangers are at least trying to persuade her of the inevitability that she'll turn into a flesh eating monster - which is just a bit ridiculous, really. But why would they bother with the leaflets? If it's a joke, it's a bit over-elaborate. So then, what? A curse? A potion? Animagi gone wrong? There has to be some sort of way to at least control transformations, right? Hermione stands up. She obviously has a great deal of research to do if she stands a chance of getting home unscathed. She taps the nearest passerby on their shoulder.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me where the library is?"
Hermione Granger - Harry Potter (Order of Phoenix)
Hermione coughs her way to consciousness, pushing herself up slowly so she can look around herself. Is this still part of the Ministry? There are so many strange rooms there that a beach and an unpleasant smell doesn't seem so far out of the realm of possibility - though admittedly, she can't imagine what purpose it would serve.
She stands up cautiously, one hand clutched to her aching chest, immediately feeling for her wand - a wand that isn't in her pocket. Hermione's pulse rises, just a little, as she looks around anxiously. If this is the Ministry, then that means she's in danger of immediate attack from Death Eaters. Without a wand and already injured… she doesn't even want to think about what will happen next.
There's no point staying here though. Her wand isn't here. She starts to stagger up the beach. Every step is agony: whatever curse the Death Eater aimed at her was strong.
"Harry," she calls, in a little over a whisper. "Ron? Anyone?"
2
The leaflets Hermione's handed are certainly unusual, and she pauses on a bench to read them. It's clear that somehow she's not in the Ministry, not even in England any more. So the creatures are familiar, but eating human flesh? Hermione shudders.
"Disgusting," she murmurs. But all the same, her mind whirs. Whatever this is, these strangers are at least trying to persuade her of the inevitability that she'll turn into a flesh eating monster - which is just a bit ridiculous, really. But why would they bother with the leaflets? If it's a joke, it's a bit over-elaborate. So then, what? A curse? A potion? Animagi gone wrong? There has to be some sort of way to at least control transformations, right?
Hermione stands up. She obviously has a great deal of research to do if she stands a chance of getting home unscathed. She taps the nearest passerby on their shoulder.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me where the library is?"