They were standing in the dimly lit street, so she couldn’t make out his features quite right, but his face had turned gauntly ashen and bony, his eyes were brimmed red, and his lips now formed an eternal scowl. She remembered that whenever she did see him, he was always looking at her as if he hated her, but only now did he actually seem to despise her. Hermione paid it no mind – she was used to receiving hateful messages, death threats, being called a traitor and a Death Eater’s whore. Dealing with an angry Weasley was something she could definitely manage.