"Helloo there! Professor!" spoke the girl in a sickly-sweet drawl. "Ms. Granger! There's no need for that glamour. I know it's you. I reckon it was you on top of that mountain under that hood and glamoured purple eyes. I must say, from an insufferable know-it-all, you have quite moved on. I never thought someone like you absorbed in vanity. You ou..." his rant was cut off by Hermione, "O shut up Snape! It's always endless ranting with you. You should try politics with all the endless speeches and monologues! And you might win, considering the sheep of wizarding Britain. You're qualified as well, that mark on your arm, it might work in your favor. Afterall your good friend Lucius has one too, he'd been doing pretty well with the ministry until Harry got him caught. Dear Lucius ranted almost every day how Potter was going to pay. Now I know where Draco gets his whining skills. Ah well, coming back to topic, yes it was me. And no, I'm not vain." retorted Hermione with a calm yet snappy tone as she swept her hand across her face to remove the glamour as her hair turned dark as night and her eyes turned back to amethyst with an unnatural glow.