            "Well, there were no further instructions. I believe some representation of the tether is supposed to manif—" At a sudden surge of heat cinching her wrist, Hermione gasped. Her eyes flew down to find some kind of braid wavering in the air between them. Strands of white light shimmered, stretching from her own wrist to Lucius’s, where the strands seemed to pulse straight from the underside of his exposed wrist. "Five," Hermione breathed out, once she’d counted the strands of light.