            As Lucius hummed his greeting—and his stare drank in her wayward curls—Sirius crossed over to the linen closet to the right of the stairs. "Back at his flat, I believe. He had to do some tinkering with the compass last night, but he’ll meet us on location in about..." He waved his wand with a muttered Tempus charm. "Half an hour. Better eat something, love—Harry gave me money for those Muggle pastries," he said, nodding towards the table. An open box sat waiting, and she now saw that Lucius had a saucer sporting a half-eaten croissant.