Hermione could see him from her peripheral; his pale skin and platinum hair seemed to glow in the gloomy surroundings of the courtroom like he was some kind of spiritual being.  He was still wearing his drab prison jumpsuit; it didn’t look right on him. He was slightly slumped in his chair and his posture was radiating tiredness and boredom. Nonetheless, when she took her seat directly to the left of him, she couldn’t help her heart from fluttering when he turned to glance her way.