It had cheered him a little, and they were very kind and asked him a great deal of questions, but no matter how much they smiled or stroked his hair they were all still very painfully waiting for mother to join them. And every hour that passed without that happening was a grim reminder that he might have been the only lucky one that night. They were all so lost in their troubled thoughts that nobody noticed when Pansy’s mark, the Malfoy crest, which was covered underneath a heavy jumper, faded slowly from her arm.