After brushing her teeth the muggle way– a habit formed young and not easily broken, even with the help of magical cleansing spells– Hermione wrapped a towel around herself and made her way to her room. Unsurprised to find no sign of Malfoy anywhere in their dormitory, she sighed and set to readying herself for the Ball. She used her wand to dry and tame her curls, piece by piece, an act she did not repeat often as it required full concentration and was quite tedious, but the results often left her speechless. Lavender may have rubbed her the wrong way following her fling with Ron, but at the end of the day she and Parvati did manage to teach Hermione a thing or two about beauty charms. 