Eventually, as the time for breakfast drew closer, she was forced to get up and get dressed. She was then faced with the dilemma of needing to hide just how awful she looked. There were dark bags under her eyes, her pale skin was closer to being sickly than natural, and she had thinned back down in a not so healthy way. In short, she was seemingly reverting back to how she looked while in the care of the Dursleys. Gazing at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she thought herself to be pathetic to have been affected so much that she had let her health deteriorate. She shook her head and waved her wand, placing a strong glamour over herself. Satisfied, she let her familiar curl around her arm and set off for the great hall.