And she decided she might start with some personal grooming on herself. Hermione's eyes flickered involuntarily to that triangle between Enola's legs. That bare triangle, such as it was. It made her look neat, trim, with the tantalising tease of a tiny hint of slit above her clitoral hood. Hermione looked down at her own version, with hair as wild as that which she had on her head. It had never occurred to her to pay attention to such things during her hated marriage to Ron. She would definitely need to revisit that idea.