It was very difficult to contemplate the damage sending McLaggen to the ground might have inflicted. Her thoughts were once more an overgrown hedge, and barbed wire surrounded the area most needing to be pruned. They left deep gashes all over Tiny Tartan Hermione, who (smeared with camouflage paint, secateurs clenched between teeth) was attempting to crawl under them.

Even with all the tolerance and good judgement Ogden had previously shown, she couldn’t imagine how he’d react to whatever bloated, hyperbolised version of events McLaggen would relay to him… 

Tiny Tartan Hermione committed Harakiri with the secateurs.