Diabolica strode up to the mirror and looked at herself. She looked like she had been in Azkaban for months--she had been running around all day, trying to get to classes on time, so her hair was all messed up, she had several smears of charcoal across her face from having to sit down by the Lake for a short break between classes--she had been sketching something. As she turned the handle for the tap--it was stuck. She tried again. It would not budge. She looked closer and saw, etched on the handle, a lifelike looking serpent. Lost for a moment in her own thoughts, she moved onto the next sink, deciding she would come back later and she quickly washed off her face with a charm.