Hermione was mortified by the look on his face. A mixture of pure disgust, and bewilderment. Probably wondering how she’d possibly found it appropriate to display such emotion when it was  his  grief she’d evoked. Hermione shook her head in embarrassment and sponged the wayward tears with her sweater sleeve. She was doing a poor job though – the drink and the tragedy of it all just turned her into a snotty mess. She’d developed a bit of a hiccup too, to top off the runaway train of emotion she’d boarded. 