            She was curled up in one of the two bedrooms when Sirius reappeared from his bath. Lucius had long since returned, wordlessly passing off the owl perched on his arm. Hermione had scrounged up parchment and a quill, then penned a quick note to Ollivander. The tawny bird flew off into the cold night, the scrap of parchment fluttering from its talons.