Looking at Mozenrath, one wouldn't assume that he was the sort who watched a lot of movies, a habit he'd picked up from Snape and Martha. He wasn't the most accustomed to parties -- even his once revered enemy had noted he was not the sort who exactly got invited to many parties -- and so it was his first impulse to find a corner to sulk in, a familiar person to talk to or some sort of distraction that might prevent him from socializing too much.

A movie seemed like a fair compromise. He sat near Martha -- preferring to be close to someone he knew over the alternative (sitting awkwardly by himself), for a moment thinking he would slip in quietly and just not be noticed. He could do that. He was born to do that.

...But then he realized there was something different about this movie, that made it unlike any of the ones he'd watched with Martha. He leaned toward her and tapped her shoulder. "Where are the colors?" he whispered, looking mildly troubled.