Parkinson tucked some hair behind her ear. Her face was blank. It was always blank. Neville had noticed from the start that she rarely showed emotion aside from small, curated smiles or frowns and nothing deeper than that. She was implacably polite and deferent when she spoke to Lord Malfoy, always acting on his bidding or summons at once. Lord Malfoy was continuously imperial in his attitudes toward Parkinson, but Neville had seen straight away that he trusted her to quite a great degree to have her steward his home and run his affairs behind the scenes, and he was never cruel to her. Parkinson knew her job inside and out and did it extremely well, never once complaining of her burdens or her master, as though she were some sort of automaton designed only to work and never to feel.