She sat in a plastic chair as far away from the man as possible without leaving the building. Even though she refused to look in his direction again, she knew that he wasn't shy about the fact he was watching her. Maybe he was hoping she would call him on it, but she was too stubborn to give him the satisfaction. Any other woman in the world would be somewhat flattered by the attention bestowed on her by an attractive man. Hermione missed being invisible. It was safer when no one paid any attention to her.