            She felt Lucius’s eyes on her the moment she stepped out of the fireplace. "Good Friday," he said shortly, watching as she brushed soot from her sleeves. Hermione readjusted the messenger bag slung over her shoulder, then took the time to watch him as well. His locks had been tied back into a sharp, low ponytail, his robes midnight blue and the undershirt crisp, snow-white. He looked elegant. Ravishing.