The atmosphere shifted again, even Malfoy noticed it this time. His spiky blond hair perked up as though statically charged. He looked cautiously around, curiously unalarmed, but aware of something nearby. Something distinctly feral. And angry ... oh yes, it was angry. It was a fury that had physical form, or form of some kind. Hermione couldn't honestly pin down what it was ... but she could definitely feel it, whatever it was. It seemed as though the very air around them was about to viciously erupt and strike out in a violent tantrum.