The unexpectedly frazzled tone of her voice made Malfoy raise his head again. He locked his eyes on her as she turned away again, intending to walk out the door. He caught a fleeting, but indisputable, glimpse of the rictus of grief that dulled her normally strong and stoic face. The disconsolation shown in her bodily expression, her suddenly slumped shoulders, her heavy steps before she walked out the door, astonished the boy. She was unaware that he was looking at her, and so she seemed to allow herself to look as listless as she really felt.