I meet her gaze with what I hope is elegant nonchalance. I respect her, yes, but I'm not afraid of her. I've served the Dark Lord, for fuck's sake. In direct comparison to him, Granger is just a furios woman under Potter's thumb. That being said, the always-snorting Weasley is still sitting in the corner. I'm sure he'll intervene when things get too hairy. (Admittedly, I'm a little wistful that these days, with Granger's new look, the pun is totally lost.)