Her features were more angular, sharper than they were naturally. It fit her new persona. Hermione was a ghost in the wizarding world now. It had been over a year since anyone had seen or heard from her. There were only a few safe places she’d allow herself to drop the protective wards of her new physique. It was better this way. Her circle of trust had been severely compromised."It’s not as potent as the last drought," she said as she twirled the vial in her fingertips.