            Hermione ran her tongue over her teeth, which still felt coated in a layer of scum despite her fervent brushing just an hour before. She willed herself to keep Sirius’s hard gaze, even as every atom in her body squirmed to get away. This is Sirius, she reminded herself. He trusts you. You trust him. "I want to wake Lucius up," she explained softly. At Sirius’s arched, expectant eyebrow, she blew out a shaky breath and said, "so that I can give him some of the extra magic you gave me."