The irate wizard continue to pace across the lounge, running his hands through his hair. Usually he was able to keep a calm and collected façade. The unraveling of the man was even more pronounced than Hermione thought it was days earlier when she first realized how close to the edge of his own sanity he was. She often thought that it took one crazy person to recognize another. If what had been done to her brain, by her potions use and other outside factors, was a standard to go by, she should always be able to see those about to lose their grip on sanity.