            "There should be something non-perishable in the cupboard," she said, smiling gratefully. As Sirius began puttering around the kitchen, Hermione took the seat across from Lucius. She couldn’t help but stare, half in horror, half in satisfaction. He looked beaten to a pulp, but she knew only the split lip had come from Sirius. The black eye must have happened between the ritual and showing up at Grimmauld. Hermione set her wand on the table, still aimed at him. "Tell me. Tell me why you left."