Aleksander walks the camp watching as his soldiers go through their drills and routines until he reaches Alina’s tent, next to Hermione’s and in front of his and Draco’s. He walks inside without even bothering to announce his presence, and he finds her sitting in front of the small vanity, her white hair braided around her head in a crown, Zoya’s work. She’s inspecting a lock of hair that escaped the hairstyle, studying its colour, the side effect of her attempt at making Oristev happy, suppressed magic backfiring in unexpected ways inside her body.