Once Hermione had managed to pull herself from the endless amounts of terrifying, disastrous, happy, sexy, painful, angry, joyous scenes that were flashing in her eyes, she picked up her wand and some potions off of the bed, ready to take them with her before she was ready to change. Turning to the large mirror in her room she analyzed herself up and down knowing her appearance wasn't going to work in a war. She would have been easily killed in seconds in her current attire and instead wondered what might just give her the perfect... Advantage.