Now that she feels so completely unobserved, Granger's mask isn't in place. Her expression is relaxed, unguarded, at most a little thoughtful. Also, tonight she doesn't seem to be as tired as the last few times I've been able to secretly eye her because she wasn't aware of my presence. As she slowly ambles into the room, she plays with one of her curls. In the other hand she is now also holding a butterbeer, which she lifts to her lips just as she spots me.