she approached the gallery with a quiet confidence about her, a mask hermione had learned to adopt in the face of the anxiety and imposter syndrome her mind conjured from time to time — though why she felt this way now, she was uncertain. maybe it was the promise of hidden photographers lurking about, or her general discomfort around the whole concept of this task. it was definitely  not anything to do with malfoy. (draco, she had to keep reminding herself.)