"Potter," Hermione said as monotonously as she could muster so as not to raise suspicion. His messy black hair flitted this way and that as he peered at her through his spectacles. His green eyes narrowed minuscule. "Would you mind if we paused this game? I have to fetch Dobby about – Err – some medication I'm supposed to take," – her eyes lifted to glance at the grandfather clock ticking over his shoulder – "by half-past ten tonight."