Granger walks tall, as she always does. She does not shake. When Lestrange finished her last gurgling breath, she got up and cleaned herself off as if nothing had happened. She looks immaculate now, as she always does. Not at all like she just rolled around in the mud in a fight for her life. By the time she kneeled at his Lordship’s feet and kissed his hand, she was spotless again. Severus stood in the stands and watched the Dark Lord pet her hair like one would a dog’s, and his stomach turned. Minerva next to him looked as if she would be sick at any moment.