He was a very animated person. Most didn’t think so. They didn’t look close enough. They saw a stoic, unfriendly boy who used his aristocratic upbringing like a cudgel and, as such, found no need to express himself in any other way. His lineage did all the talking for him and nobody bothered to look beyond that, a fact he had used to his advantage. Hermione saw through it, though. She saw the cracks now. The way his body language, made of a million little near imperceptible tics, filled in the blanks. Right now, it told her she had rattled him. She bit her lip.