Jez took a seat at the Ravenclaw house table, and quickly put a couple roast potatoes and a piece of chicken on her plate. The Hogwarts house-elves' cooking was so much better than at her own home - maybe because they were presumably a lot happier than her family's poor creatures, Kits and Tarry. She hated thinking of them back there, still slaving away to her mother's whim. Poor, poor creatures.
She glanced up and down the table. There wasn't too big a crowd ... she may as well ... at the dinner table?! Come on, Jez ...
She sighed, and tapped her head with her wand before she could change her mind. "Felintas." Another tap. "Ristaris." She winced as she looked in her little hand mirror. No, that was hideous. Absolutely hideous. Her hair had become shoulder-length and corkscrew-curly, coloured a horrid dark green. She quickly taped her head again twice. "Intaris." Never again would she practise those spells in a public place - never.