Aubin was terrified, just as Hermione liked to see him. When she entered the room, his eyes went wide and they only grew wider when he focused on Thorfinn's face. Realizing that the widower of the woman he'd callously murdered weeks earlier was only steps away, he reached into his pocket for his wand, ready to commit murder again if it saved his sorry arse. At least there wasn't an innocent child to be used as a shield.