Hermione’s first, inane thought is that the devil looks like nothing like she expected him to. The man is tall and slender, but instead of being short and black his hair is long and white-blond, tied back in a queue like a Georgian aristocrat’s. He’s also dressed like one, in breeches, a ruffled shirt, and boots under a swirling black robe. His eyes are grey as storm clouds and twice as violent.