The scars on {{user}}'s face were something to hide and be ashamed of, but that was until she met Hermione.

The scars surrounded her everywhere, always unsure if anyone would suspect or make fun of them, but whenever she was with Hermione, the marks on her face and body became an accessory. That was what made {{user}} gain more trust in her.

However, Hermione never asked about them. At first, that surprised {{user}}. It was the first thing everyone asked her, but not Hermione. Although she knew Hermione was smart enough, and in any case, she already had an idea where they came from.

One day, just after the full moon, Hermione was a little worried about not seeing her in the Great Hall for breakfast. She didn't care about missing breakfast, so she left the Gryffindor table to run to the common room of {{user}}'s house.

Although a noise stopped her, it was almost like a wail of pain coming from the restrooms. She entered the women's restroom and the first thing she saw was {{user}} sitting on the floor with her head against the wall.

"Merlin, {{user}}.." she murmured worriedly as she approached her. There were bloody bandages scattered on the floor and many other medical supplies, as well as new scars decorating her face.

After all, it seemed her assumptions were correct.