"Wands away!" Like many other students, Harry hadn’t bothered taking his out, "Chapter Two, Common Defensive Theories and their Derivation. There will be no need to talk!" Harry opened his book, but noted with interest that the desk he was using was covered in a thin layer of dust still, and a cursory glance around the classroom revealed that all the surfaces within his sight were also covered in dust. So, she hadn’t discovered the jinx? Or had she discovered it, but only on herself? Harry looked more closely at Umbridge, leaning forward to peer at her hair, and then he realised what she had done, and had to duck his head down quickly to cover his grin. She hadn’t discovered the jinx at all. Instead, she had resorted to using a thick gel or pomade to try and tame her locks and had created a kind of thick shiny helmet out of her hair, like the kind that Dudley owned, but refused to wear when riding a bike. Strangely, she’d still put her pink head band on top, but Harry wasn’t sure what she thought it was adding to the look.