            She still wore his jacket, her charmed, beaded bag stuffed inside one of the oversized pockets. She wondered how long it would be, until he asked for it back. He’d said nothing as he packed an old backpack—Lucius had done all the talking, taunting, before an exasperated Hermione shot him with a silencing spell. He was still quiet, standing on her other side with his wrists bound behind his back, hidden beneath his outer robes.