Every so often one of them would cast a glance over at her, half out of curiosity and half out of fear. They glanced at Draco too, not even bothering to hide their hatred of him. She hated that her friends were afraid of her, even if they didn’t know it was her. Oddly enough, she hated that they hated Draco, that they didn't know just how guilty he felt about his part in Dumbledore's death. She hated that she couldn’t stop such lies from being told about muggles. She hated the way it made her feel useless.