Damian's face twisted into an ugly frown, but thanks to the hand fan covering the lower half of his face, the only thing visible was the brief knitting of his brows before they relaxed almost immediately. Ever since the chaos he had unleashed upon Lebanon without lifting a finger and his clone's humiliating defeat at Hagrid's hands in a battle of illusions, he had begun taking emotional control far more seriously.
Every lapse in judgment, every burst of anger, every moment of frustration had become another weakness for his enemies to exploit. He no longer wished to simply suppress his emotions. He wanted to erase them the instant they appeared.
