You are barring my path. [Snapped, impatiently, and definitely unkindly, because there is a sword in the way, and she can't walk through a sword. But the direction she is facing now - which is decidedly back, where she was minutes ago, looks grim and dangerous, and she might be the only fool trying to go back.
It's a stick, Hermione, it's just a stick.
She looks - makes brief eye contact with her would-be barrier, then nearly twitches in the direction again, a longing in her chest. Brightest witch of her age and you can't even handle magic without a stick?
There's defeat between her shoulder blades now, a tight knot. She sighs.] If I get to the guards' room, I can get my wand - I can fight the witches too.
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It's a stick, Hermione, it's just a stick.
She looks - makes brief eye contact with her would-be barrier, then nearly twitches in the direction again, a longing in her chest. Brightest witch of her age and you can't even handle magic without a stick?
There's defeat between her shoulder blades now, a tight knot. She sighs.] If I get to the guards' room, I can get my wand - I can fight the witches too.