She grinned at her reflection for comfort. Actually, she looked good. No ... she looked better than good ... she looked ready. The battle-dress was fit to form, and form had never been a problem for Hermione, since she'd filled out in her late teens. The dress needed to be able to move, but to protect her at the same time. She looked like Fan or Ann ... a bad-assed witch to be reckoned with. She felt inordinately pleased with herself as her reflection nodded back its approval.