I let out a frustrated growl at my reflection as I keep staring at the dark brown eyes, but I know there is a spell on them, I can feel the weight of it. I only have one more spell left to try and lift it, but I need to hurry otherwise I will be late for potions class. Draco was worried when I told him I wasn’t hungry and needed to do something before class. Now I am hiding in the Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, but she is quietly watching me, which is unusual for her.