Crabbe’s smirk became a leering grin, "Just been to see Professor Umbridge - or should I say,  Headmistress Umbridge," he paced ever closer, "She wanted to thank me in person, you see. For helping her this evening. You should know all about that though of course - since you were there," he added with a growl, "I’ll always regret not having caught you too, Malfoy. But I suppose, it was worth it in the end - if I’d caught  you, maybe I’d have missed Potter," the grin turned nasty as they both finally came to a stop, perhaps six feet separating them, "How is Potter? How’s his face?" he laughed to himself, "It wasn’t quite as pretty after I’d finished with it,"