The food was delicious; even Hermione and Ron, who were full to bursting with Honeydukes sweets, managed second helpings of everything. Harry kept glancing at the staff table. Professor Lupin looked cheerful and as well as he ever did; he was talking animatedly to tiny little Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher. Harry moved his eyes along the table, to the place where Snape sat. Was he imagining it, or were Snape's eyes flickering toward Lupin more often than was natural?
¡°And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned,¡± said Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter.
¡°Now, now, I'm sure you'll feel differently once you've calmed down,¡± said Fudge in a worried tone. ¡°They are your family, after all, and I'm sure you are fond of each other ¡ª er ¡ª very deep down.¡±