Draco made another trip by the twat twins’ cubicle. Hermione’s file was stuck haphazardly in a metal tray on Potter’s side, and he slipped it into his hands and proceeded to his own desk. He opened it and looked over the familiar information again. The picture they used was her from her Ministry identification badge. It was her first day, and she was smiling so broadly that she looked like she might burst. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and promise. She looked nothing like the hollowed-out ghost she became a year later. Her face was round and vibrant, not gaunt and gray.