She could see the way his dark eyes assessed her, it sent an unnatural shiver up the column of her spine as he drank her in, in an appraising sort of way. There was no emotion behind the black pits that sat hollow in his sockets. There were no tells, nothing to give away what he was thinking or doing. She felt exposed and on display. Hermione wanted to wrap her arms around herself, to feel some sort of protection, but didn’t, refusing to show any sign of weakness.