He nodded and left, moving fast through the crush of people, his face carefully blank once more but his eyes still tight. Nobody really spared him a glance, but they did get out of his way as though not wanting to cross him. Hermione suspected that they feared him—a strange thought, considering it was George Weasley, who had once made her laugh so hard that apple juice came out her nose. But he was a different person now, and surely his position here and his eerie ability were enough to have the others scrambling to be on their guard around him.