The man who murdered Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, was sweeping down the hallway, black robes billowing behind him. He looked exactly the same as he had before that terrible night—she somehow expected him to have changed somehow, as though even his physical body had been a facade. But no, he was the same, with long black hair and a big hooked nose, glittering black eyes beneath a low brow, that trademark curl of his upper lip as he sneered at the grieving muggleborns around him.