At least Neville had behaved himself since landing here. Hermione hadn’t known what to expect, if he would rage against Draco with every breath he took or if he would accept his fate. Truly, he seemed somewhere in the middle, for as much as he readily obeyed Draco’s commands, she still sensed the air of resentment and anger around him sometimes. It was such a relief to see that sort of demeanor reflected in anyone outside of herself. She had known that misery for much too long, and though it was hidden now she felt doubly glad to see that anger in Neville’s clenched jaw, as it validated her own.