"Pretty much hit the boggart on the bollocks there." Blaise rubbed his hands on his knees, ready for this all to be over. Hermione looked around at the group before her; Nott sitting assuredly beside her, Malfoy sitting with his leg crossed and his hands touching at the fingertips, Zabini’s annoyed lounging position, and Daphne... Daphne sitting on the edge of her seat, looking at Hermione with a look she couldn’t quite place. Hope? Awe? It didn’t make sense. She’d hardly spoken to the girl in school, save for the transfiguration project they shared. Few words were exchanged as they worked to transform a small bead into a golden apple; Daphne had always been stellar at transfiguration, giving Hermione a run for her top spot in the class. 