The Royal banquet erupted with loud gasps of shock upon Servyn's validation.
Whereas a wide sneer marred his lips, gazing at his father strongly.
Millions of whispers grappled the hall. All talking about the Witch.
Hermione casted a confused gaze at him. His statement shocked her and she inwardly pondered on what he was doing.
Worst of all, he wasn't even looking at her to at least give her an explanation of what was on his mind.
Besides, this whole thing, she was unaware of it. He only told her that she should get ready for a banquet and he brought her a gown. She did not know that he planned on letting her meet his father.
She tugged on his arm again hoping to get her attention but his gaze was focused on his father. As though urging him to do something through his eyes.
