She must have looked a right mess, face puffy, and eyes red-rimmed, because as her exhaustion grew, so did her hair. It was unruly and unmanageable, and if Malfoy was to be believed, resembled a rat’s nest. However, Professor Lupin seemed to look down at her with what seemed like genuine concern. His eyes were soft and for a moment, Hermione allowed herself to break in front of another person. The tears picked back up in earnest, and a split second later she felt a warm body slide into the chair next to her and pull her into their arms.