            The last word was so faint, she didn’t think Lucius even heard. But then his eyes narrowed, flickering between her and Sirius’s turned back. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "My, my, Miss Granger. Quite the solution, isn’t it? And Black—your apathy comes at quite the surprise." Sirius’s hands stilled around a jar of peanut butter. "Afraid you’ll disappoint the witch on her wedding night? I assure you, I would be more than happy to step in after—"