She feels a belated twist of apprehension – she’d planned to find out more about the ramifications of her wish first, before allowing him to grant it, but he just went ahead and did it. Yet there’s nothing to be done about that now. Already her eyelids are sliding shut of their own accord. She stumbles to her bed, nearly tripping over Crookshanks, who is regarding Lucius Malfoy with his large yellow eyes.