After she’d scrubbed and scoured her skin to the best of her ability, Hermione climbed onto the fluffy rug and wrapped a large towel around her body. She lifted her head, startled to find her reflection in the mirror opposite. It had been a year since Hermione had willingly looked in any reflective surface. This mirror, with its gilded frame, showed a girl whose bones poked too sharply beneath her light brown skin, whose dark, wet curls spilled nearly to her bottom. She blinked back tears at the stranger in the mirror and jumped when the girl in the mirror lifted her hand with a weary grin and waved. 