A tiny Hermione and Eleanor going through the chests, Eleanor explaining the history of each piece, some from Eleanor's family others from Malcolm's, all intended to be Hermione someday. An excited Hermione mentioning to Dumbledore about having seen Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's crest before coming to Hogwarts during her first year. "That bastard!" she screamed. She had never had high self-esteem about her looks, but her disinterest in trying coincided with her aversion to her mother's jewelry. Dumbledore played with her mind and memory. She forgot mentioning the crest, hell, she forgot ever having seen it. Then the manipulative monster played on her insecurities to keep her from exploring fashion, jewelry, makeup, and the like. If he wasn't already dead she would have killed him. How could someone do that to a child? Force her to think she was barely above ugly, that her only positive quality was her brain? She shrank down all the various chests and boxes and stored them in the luggage.  Feeling vulnerable and angry, she set out for Eleanor's favorite beauty salon. The hostess wrinkled her nose initially until Hermione dropped Eleanor's name and flashed her black card. "Let me check who is available." She came back with the salon owner.