"The list, Miss Granger," he snapped, his hand remaining outstretched. She placed the scroll in his hand, her fingers trembling. She stared at her soup, unable to take a bite as she waited in horror for him to review her work. She heard him slide the ribbon off and open the scroll, after which point it seemed like the silence would swallow her whole. She heard the vague sounds of the pub around them, but not the slightest shuffle or breath from him. Her own heartbeat felt like it was thundering in her ears, though she could not manage to even breathe. Finally, she glanced up and gasped at the thunderous expression on his face. 