When I look at myself again in the mirror the blood is gone. I wave my hand and murmur a drying spell. There is no evidence left of all the blood, I’m clean again as if nothing happened, as if I’m still Hermione Granger. This morning I made another choice to change, to show people I changed. My black hair is a harder contrast against my skin. Hermione Granger would not wear heeled ankle boots. All these little things show the changes inside of me.