"I should certainly hope so," Hermione says, sternness thick in her voice as she waves a hand at her vials and jars again- before she blinks. Wandless magic has never been so easy before.

Well, best to keep not thinking about it, she decides. Stress is clearly coming into play.

It's a bit of a relief to find out she can still act in a crisis.

She plucks a jar from thin air and wrenches off the top. "This should get rid of them in a few hours. There's nothing faster, I'm afraid. You just have to put it on them- you should be able to do it yourself, unless your back's bruised as well." She pauses like she's about to say something else- but it's the wrong time to ask what on Earth Steph's wearing.