Hermione was growing increasingly nervous, and even after Harry reminded her that they couldn't possibly expect her to know any magic yet, she kept reciting spells under her breath, as if she was going to forget them in the next ten minutes. Neville was fiddling with his cloak so much that the clasp had worked its way around to his shoulder. Seamus was tapping his foot, and the redheaded boy from his compartment seemed to be turning green; his brothers had apparently claimed he would have to wrestle a troll. Even Draco Malfoy was glancing around nervously, as though expecting that troll to burst through a stone wall at any moment.