Malfoy, having woken up on the wrong side of the floor and muttering about a stiff neck under his breath, has his permanent scowl extra amplified today, while sweet, oblivious Sabine talks to him with energy that could rage the sun. Unable to help herself, Hermione checks on them over her shoulder, and the look of fixed boredom hasn’t shifted from his features. Several times she’s caught him throwing his eyes frantically around like a cornered mouse as if he might find somewhere to hide in the empty plane they’ve been travelling.  