His lips tilted into a half-smile, his eyes boring into her. He stood in a basic raven black suit, just merely missing a tie. His collar had been unbuttoned down to just the peak where a few chest hairs could be seen. In the stillness of the night, Hermione wondered carefully. How could such a soulless creature have such a beautiful outward appearance? How had he even retrieved his former physical self? His dark hair sat unshoveled, hanging over his left eye. He looked restless and intense.