Hermione Granger, Witch, Graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Panic filled Hermione's mind.
Eyes: Brown. Hair: Golden-Brown.
The kind that comes from someone knowing everything there is to know about you.
Five foot, five inches. One hundred sixty-five centimetres. One hundred twenty-six pounds. Fifty-seven kilograms.
It was as though the people-through-the-glass were occlumens, attacking her mind and body for information. Without her wand, she felt barren and defenseless. She couldn't feel its presence at all. It certainly was not in the grey jumpsuit someone had clothed her in, and was evidently not in the empty white room.
Hermione felt her hands start to shake in terror. Lack of control threatened to overwhelm her. She bit her lip in an effort to remain calm. She strained at the odd beams of light that held her wrists, abdomen, and ankles. They burned faintly against her skin.
She tried to figure out what the last thing she could remember was...she could recall Harry chucking the elder wand off the bridge outside Hogwarts, but that seemed the last moment in her life's history. She could have sworn she had done more. Yet her mind was empty. Strangely the only memories clear to her brain were those that had occurred at Hogwarts. Her friends' faces were clear in every moment which they donned their Gryffindor robes, but her life was apparently empty in every instance outside the school. What did her parents look like? Hermione could not seem to remember.
Anyhow, she had no idea where she was nor how she had gotten there. Her panic returned swiftly. Only three things were certain to her in that moment. First, her wand was gone. Presumably confiscated by the suited people-through-the-glass. Second, everything that the women was reading from the electronic tablet was true. Third, a door had just appeared in the wall on Hermione's left. It seemed to have been conjured by magic, yet neither of the two individuals that passed through it carried wands.
The arrivals were twins, a girl and a boy, both fairly stout with short black hair and pixie-like faces. They introduced themselves as Kelly and Kirk...oddly suitable names for their appearances.
"We can trust you, right? You won't run?" Kelly squealed, finger poised to tap the device on her wrist.
Kirk glared at her, looking like he might slap her across the face. "Protocol, Kelly! Stop acting so unprofessional!"
Hermione squirmed in the uncomfortable chair and grimaced. "I won't run. Just please get these bonds off!"
Kirk stared at Hermione for a second, as though gauging her truthfullness, then nodded solemnly to Kelly, who tapped her wrist enthusiastically.
The light-bonds receded instantly, and Hermione smiled shallowly at Kelly in gratitude. In response the woman swooped in and hoisted her to her feet, grabbing her by the arm.
"Calm down, Kelly." Kirk grumbled.
Kelly giggled happily, guiding Hermione out the door. "But we're saving the world! Everyone says so!"
"The end of the world is no laughing matter, you nit-wit." Kirk answered with a roll of his eyes.
"But there won't be an end of the world because she's here!" Kelly exclaimed, waving Hermione's arm around.
Hermione was puzzled, but said nothing and just listened, hoping some form of understanding would emerge.
The twins continued to banter, one stading on either side, until they arrived at a staircase.
Kelly let go of Hermione's arm and urged her forward. "Up you go! Your destiny awaits!"
Hermione remained frozen in place, feeling unable to move. She stood transfixed on the first step, rooted by her confusion and disorientation.
For a long moment she waited soundless, for some indication of pressure to go on. She would have stayed there forever had it not been for an almost inaudible gasp which escaped Kelly's lips.
"Oh! I almost forgot! Your wand!" she buzzed, reaching into her jacket and pulling out a long, wand-sized cannister. She handed the tube to Hermione.
More confused than ever, Hermione took the cannister. "There must be some mis-"
"Not at all, sweetheart. The wand's inside. But you can't have it until you've been briefed by the commanders. So get up there, before they break for dinner." Kirk suggested with a hint of a smile.
Hermione shut her mouth and clutched the tube tightly. She turned to ascend the stairs- if for nothing else, to get her wand back.