The others had noticed. The men's eyes had slid towards them, and then away, as if it was nothing, although some of them lingered for a fraction longer. The two sisters had pretended not to see it at all, and carried on their conversation with Nott, as if it was all ordinary. And Hermione had sat there, stiff with dread, praying he would no go further, as she knew he wanted to do, and had insinuated before.