[ all the fun things. she doesn't even hear his follow-up, can't begin to parse it; all hermione can do is whirl on him, righteous indignation flaring in her, anger and outrage bubbling until it explodes outwards in a — ] There's nothing fun about the Cruciatus Curse!

[ she thinks of neville, of his parents; she remembers watching that spider scream and beg for mercy. she remembers the way neville had broken down in tears thinking of what that curse's effects had done to his parents. they didn't even remember him anymore. they were so utterly broken, they were bare shells of people. ]

You have to want to hurt someone! To cause them so much pain they would rather die than keep on suffering! [ her voice is shrill, agitated; there's a wildness in her expression that hasn't quite been there before. ] How could that ever possibly be fun?!