            Hermione huffed. "Snape wouldn’t be proud of me, even if I cured death." She slid into her chair, smiling wryly. "Actually maybe he would be, at the end of this all." She looked over at Lucius. He was still watching her, hands in his pockets. Faint smirk on his lips, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint its reason. "Thank you for the coffee and biscuits," she said suddenly. "I realized I never thanked you. I was reminded after meeting Fisby on Friday."