Hermione automatically looked down at herself; she was clad in a shift and her bare arms were mottled with the greenish-yellow of old bruising, and shiny with the ointment that had accelerated the healing process. "Ouch," Hermione said as she saw the extent of the bruising, and then her fingers flew to her mouth. "My teeth! Oh, my parents will kill me!" she cried automatically, but her two front teeth were whole again, and besides, she remembered belatedly that her parents might never find out.