Speaking of the man, Malfoy managed to make himself scarce from Potions, one of his best subjects.  She didn’t see him at lunch either.  While his friends across the room at the Slytherin table appeared unbothered, from her time studying Malfoy she had learned to see the cracks.  How Parkinson kept her eyes on the doors.  How Nott’s back sat a little stiffer.  How Zabini’s eyes wandered through the other tables as if expecting Malfoy to be hiding there.  The pureblood masks were good, but they were not infallible.