Theo's shoulders lifted marginally, and she caught the traces of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Her gaze slid across his over his shoulder to where Narcissa stood. The woman stared intently at Hermione and raised her glass of wine to her lips. The look of contempt on her face was clear as day, but there was something else present as well. It took Hermione by complete shock when she finally placed what it was: pride.