            Hermione tried her best not to scowl. "Actually, you go on ahead. I—I’m waiting for a coworker." Her eyes drifted to the glass cafeteria doors. At least Lucius was far enough inside that Ron couldn’t see his blonde head. "She’s probably waiting for me downstairs," Hermione muttered. She ducked her head, striding back towards the lifts. "I should probably—"