Hermione gathered up the last of her things from her desk and cast down the lights. He admired her movements as she cursed the stupidity of new recruiters, her hair bouncing around her in waves. Her lips were a blur as she babbled, pulled his attention as he nodded along. When she got like this, he found it best to just agree. She would forgive them in the morning. When she was finally ready to leave she favored him with a small smile.