"But," she went on, intertwining her delicate fingers between Hermione's, "I won't be around the Manor either to make sure you're well taken care of so, be on your best behavior. I won't tell Narcissa about this – God knows she'd have a right fit about your appearance, and that's just the beginning – but don't you dare try to attend the gala either. Stay in bed. Make up whatever lie it takes to get out of it."