            Lucius Malfoy’s head shot up from his food. He met her eyes, unblinking, then turned sharply away. While he feigned interest in the dreary Scottish weather, Hermione studied him a moment longer. So Harry and Ron were right—he was working at the Ministry, or at least for the Ministry, if he was here at four in the afternoon. He was obviously allowed to be here, though his seating choice against the wall, in the shadows to the side of the door, kept him relatively hidden from any gawkers. Mr. Malfoy had tied back his hair too, keeping it in a low knot behind his head. Another attempt to stay unnoticed, she presumed.