Fancy
It was 4:30; Hermione grabbed her bag and went over to the bathroom, leaving her roommates to giggle on. She walked inside and closed the door. Slowly, she shook her hair out of its ponytail, letting it tumble down her back. She stripped down and climbed in the bath. She scrubbed herself until she felt completely clean. Getting out of the tub and drying herself off, reached for her bottle of sleek-easy. She worked for hours until she was satisfied with it. She slipped on her dress and shoes and stood in front of the mirror. She felt fancy.