Martin blinked and looked at her. He looked a little dazed, and again, she felt that sharp pang of jealousy at recognizing that feeling at once. Too many times, before being claimed by Draco, she'd done the same exact thing. Become wholly absorbed in a book, in writing a paper, in knitting, until something snapped her focus. She could still hear Harry and Ron's voices as they teased her over it, as if she'd just seen them yesterday rather than years ago.