"Fuck," he swears then, loudly, and turns enough to lash out and knock the box violently off the desk. His whole frame vibrates with anger, and his breath comes hard, face contorting in a grim anger. "This is what I have been reduced to! This!" Hermione stumbles back a hasty few steps, hugging herself tighter and staring at him with big, worried eyes. She doesn't know if she should retreat and let this sudden rage run its course, try to soothe him, or tell him briskly to snap out of it. She doesn't know if he's angry at her, or...