They went through the lobby in small confident strides, Malfoy leading the way and Hermione following. A few people turned and went to them to say their hellos to the High Reeve, and Hermione recognized a few of them. Most of them were men with women by their sides, their escorts perhaps. A lot of those who came to talk to the High Reeve seemed like normal people, and Hermione wouldn’t be able to differentiate them in a crowd if she had to disperse monsters from heroes. Although some had that mad fire in their eyes that made Hermione want to dig herself into the ground and never get up; those people reminded her of Crabbe and Goyle, when he was still alive, and she was sure those mad-looking people killed without a second thought, and not because they had to, but because they enjoyed it. She witnessed a similar flame in Malfoy’s eyes when she saw him kill, even if that was for a reason.