            It was only a few minutes later, however, that they had to dive beneath some clouds, and Lucius pulled away to steer the broom with more focus. She kept her gaze on Sirius up ahead, watching him pull out the enchanted compass every so often to check their path. Though Lucius had been joking about the reasoning for their arrangement, she wondered if there was some truth in the matter. If Hermione had been sharing a broom with Sirius during the two-hour trip, she would have worked herself into such a state of worry and grief over the prophecy’s end, relaxing would be impossible. At least with Lucius, she could pretend they were simply two people out on a fly over the countryside.