At the end of the row, Hermione once again found herself staring down at Lucius Malfoy. Even though it had been just a month ago, he looked remarkably thinner. He sat with his legs sprawled out on the stone ground, idly twirling the locket of Narcissa, not bothering to look up. Despite the dingy lighting, Hermione could observe the way his scraggly blonde locks highlighted his gaunt cheekbones. His entire body looked weak, like he was wasting away. Her heart pulsed wildly with a sudden thought about Percy’s motives; he probably planned to starve Lucius and blame his death on natural causes. She could only imagine what he planned to do to Draco.