Hermione ran to the lobby, her instinct taking over. And there she saw him, Malfoy, standing in the middle of the space, looking just as he did when he left. Hermione relaxed before dread filled her once more this time with extreme ferocity as she realized something wasn’t right. He wasn’t just like he was before. Hermione took in his black robes, his mask, and everything seemed the same, but his feet stood unsteadily on the ground, his body leaning to the left abnormally, and the wand he held in his gloved hand shook.