"Isn't that just wonderfully depressing," Hermione answered, deliberately perky and too-bright, trying not to think of the Manor. Malfoy rolled his eyes, and harrumphed quietly to himself, fiddling with his left rolled up sleeve now. She beamed at him as she poured a tall glass of pumpkin juice, determined to be friendly and festive and distract herself from the depression that always surrounded the topic of her parents. "Well, at least we have each other, Malfoy."