Hermione watches Blaise speak with his mother, the furrow between his brow. They share the same nose, and the same dark eyes. It’s clear he’s being reprimanded for something—her disapproving expression is universal to mothers everywhere. Jean Granger would make a similar face when Hermione came home covered in mud. But Blaise towers over his mother, almost twice her height, making it funny to watch. If she tried to box his ears, she wouldn’t be able to reach. But still, he looks adequately chastised.