Lucio almost waved but remembered his father’s lessons in time, and nodded to the strangers instead. He didn’t know exactly why it was so improper to wave but he could feel his father’s eye on him from behind and didn’t dare mess up—not when there was talk of this secret to be shared come morning. Perhaps they’d decided they would finally take him to get a wand! Or maybe they’d decided to visit Pansy, wherever she was now. Mother had shown him her letter and told him he mustn’t tell father anything about it, that she would explain later. Lucio had complied, feeling that so far he was owed explanations on a great many things.