Heart pounding, Hermione turned to face Loki, ignoring the mess of tea on the hardwood floor. He was standing behind Ron's old chair, staring down at her with a look she'd not seen before on his face. Disappointment, perhaps? Or resentment. Either way, Hermione hated the way it made her feel. Wetting her lips, she bent to retrieve the cup from the floor and cradled it in her hands as she continued to sit there.