They're staring at him.

Crabbe and Goyle have equally muddled expressions.

Zabini's a blank slate, lounging in a chair with his feet propped up on a trunk.

Nott's frowning, brows knit together.

Malfoy's eyeing him appraisingly.

There's an empty bed, and he wills his legs to carry him to it.

His trunk's already there. He throws it open and takes out his pyjamas, a toothbrush, and a glass.

"Which way is the bathroom?"

There is long moment of silence.

Malfoy exchanges a look with Zabini. "To the left."

"Thanks."

He slams his trunk shut and walks out.

Snape is gone.