The last ray of sunset disappeared, and the night was like a coquettish woman who had been restrained for a long time and longed to be conquered, teasing her nerves time and time again.
She took out her tube of bright red lipstick, sat in front of the mirror, and painted a seductive watercolor on her lips.
She loves bright red, even though she wouldn't use such a bold color on ordinary days. However, the night is her stage. She looked in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction, that smile was ferocious.
She raised her wand and turned her hair as dark as night. She loves bright red paired with this suffocating black.
The black suit on the wardrobe was tempting her, she knew it. She raised her fingers painted with bright red nail polish and touched the complicated palace pattern on her collar.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she put on the black suit. Picking up the valuable silver mask that was stolen for the first time on the table, he carefully put it on his face.
She looked at the mirror with satisfaction, lowered her head, put on the black bowler hat, and disappeared into the room. On the dressing table, the tube of lipstick shone with a strange brilliance.
From this moment on. She was no longer Hermione Granger. People called her Weird.
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