The Petitioner seemed bowed down with affliction: Her cheeks were pale, her eyes dimmed with tears, and her hair fell in disorder over her face and bosom.
Ron got up, panting, and watched as Harry pointed his wand deliberately at Mundungus's nose. Mundungus stank of stale sweat and tobacco smoke. His hair was matted and his robes stained.
But Ziggy just looked at the doll, then put it back down, not noticing that he'd missed the corner of the table and it had slid to the floor, proving only that he was pathologically messy.