But Hermione's eyes were drawn to the picture of the witch. Her face had leapt out at her the moment she had seen the page. She had long, dark hair that looked unkempt and straggly in the picture, though Hermione could imagine it thick and shining. She glared up at Hermione through heavily lidded eyes, an arrogant, disdainful smile playing around her thin mouth. She retained vestiges of great good looks, but something-perhaps Azkaban-had taken most of her beauty.