She combed some of her dwindling, precious supply of Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion through her hair to tame it, and braided it into a single plait. Tonight of all nights Hermione didn’t couldn’t afford to have it get in her face and obscure her vision – it was worth using some Sleekeazy’s, even though her last pot of the wonderful stuff had nearly run out. And it wasn’t like she could just stroll into Hogsmeade and buy more, was it? Not that she had reason to use it that often anyway; she didn’t mind her bushy, wild hair normally. She stared at herself in the mirror.