So she held her head high as she used enough Sleekeazy to cause a minor environmental disaster and weaved a few newly learned make-up spells she had found in one of Lavender’s magazines. Hermione had needed a moment to adjust to the face that awaited her in the mirror. It was still her but more... mature. She wasn’t looking at a swotty little girl anymore, but at a young woman on the brink of entering the first stages of adulthood. She felt... comfortable and like herself, and made a mental note to invest in a few books about simple hair and makeup spells.