"You’ve always got your nose in a book so I bet you won’t mind at all, sacrificing your body for science. Would you?" Pansy mocked. Hermione caught Pansy’s eyes shift to her flock, followed by the grin breaking out on her red-lipsticked mouth. Hermione knew the shade. Scandals in Scarlet. She’d helped Pansy apply it once, back when they were friends. Months ago, as time was measured by the spinning of the Earth. Years ago, as Hermione now measured it.