How easily she could remember her first glimpse of Professor McGonagall at this very spot, all sharp features and austere manners. Hermione knew she could never make a similar first impression, so she tried for scholarly instead. The little faces before her swiveled left and right, one minute staring at the portrait occupants waving down at them, the next watching with mouths agape as a House ghost floated by on its way to the Feast.