There were countless slashes across her torso of varying lengths and depth. Aubin and Wood were incompetent. They didn't understand the importance of uniformity in their cuts. It was a wonder that she didn't bleed out before Draco was able to save her. She hadn't been brave enough to look at her back yet. Looking in the mirror had become difficult with the ugly scar just under her eye. She feared that she would never get used to the change in her appearance. Glamour spells might work or even heavy makeup, but she'd been afraid to try. What if they didn't? What if she had to spend the rest of her life staring at the scar?