Instead, she focused on picking the pieces of her dignity that were left, and strutted away from him, her shrunk suitcase in her purse. Her hair was already reactive enough as is when she used a portkey on long distance, for instance when she visited her parents in Australia, but this was something else. The travel through portkey combined with the humidity really brought out the worst of her mane, and for a split second, she fantasizes about shaving it. She blew on a piece of hair that had doubled in size in the last five minutes, hoping it would push back from her eyes, to no avail. 