            Numbly, she followed his directions, feeling too dazed by the day’s events to comprehend that Lucius Malfoy was demanding she sit her muggleborn arse on his expensive desk. When Fisby returned seconds later, Lucius popped open the small tin, revealing both muggle and magical healing tools. With a steady hand, he poured a creamy potion onto a cotton round, then reached for her left wrist. Gentle fingers enclosed it as he dabbed carefully at the abraded skin. "Tell me what happened," he said in a low voice. It didn’t leave room for argument.