Hermione didn’t age as the years passed. At first it didn’t bother her much, but as everyone around her began to show signs of their age, she felt the need to keep up the appearance of being an aging, regular human. She took it on herself to charm her own appearance, adding lines and wrinkles to her face and body and gradually made her hair lighter until it was grey. It wasn’t really necessary, considering she didn’t go out that much by then and because when she did, it was in disguise anyway. But Hermione found it almost fun to experiment what she might look like as an older woman, and used the memory of her mother and father’s older faces as reference. She would look at her altered appearance in mirrors, fascinated by a natural process so commonplace, but that would never affect her, for the Horcrux had frozen her forever at twenty-six.