Kurumi managed to return to the classroom just as her hair was straightening out. It soongrew to where it hung loosely over her shoulders and down to her waist. She looked around for a mirror, but didn'tnotice one in the room. She pulled a lock of her hair in front of her face and squeaked with delight when she saw that the color was black. Unfortunately, to those looking on, her face remained unchanged and it probably looked as though Sierra were trying to go for a more gothic appearance.

Kurumi rushed to her cauldron and pulled outthe flask that she had beenkeeping in her pocket of extra polyjuice potion. She HAD had the intention of using this in the future, taking someone else's hair and using it to see what it was like to have a certain badger look at her with eyes that were notthose of an older brother...but after what had happened in the kitchen with Conan, Kurumi knew doing so would be the worst mistake of her life. Worse even than usinga love potion - which had crossed her mind. Was she really thatdesperate? She had thought that she was, but this assignment had shown her that she really wasn't. She took out a piece of parchment tojot down a few ideas for her paper and brushed herbangs to the side. Bangs! She had bangs again!

Her smile widened even more and she felt all the muscles in her face begin to tingle. She reached up and touched her cheek, which probablywasn't the best idea, and felt her skin bubbling like boiling water. Disgusting...

After a few moments, she feltthe tingling stop.

Kurumi's hands flew to her face again and she nervously felt her skin. She wanted a mirror to confirm that she really was back to herself, but the best thing she had near her was her potions book and...a ladle! Kurumi picked it up and took out her wand. "Scourgify!" she chirped. She peered into it and was just barely able to make out her face. The almond shaped eyes, the small and somewhat flat nose, her porcelain skin, the almost dimples when she smiled. She was back.

"Thank Merlin," she gasped. Throwing her potions book in her bag and pouring the contents of her spare flask back into her cauldron. She had no more need for polyjuice potion, now and possibly ever.

With a new spring in her step, Kurumi made her way out of the classroom. Time to write up that essay!