It was then that she noticed a mirror to her left for the first time. The light of the torches bounced eerily off it. Hermione turned to survey herself. Tearing up with emotion upon seeing herself in her wedding dress was out of the question. But she was the slightest bit taken aback. She looked like the embodiment of an evil omen, to be sure. Especially in that dark room with the stench of death still hanging off the walls. 