            They spoke little on the ride south, only passing pleasantries outside Waterloo Station, and again once the city scene of London faded into the winter countryside. She guessed he was still uncomfortable acting like a muggle, if his sneer at the ticket stand was any indication. At least the potion’s bond had vanished by the time she left Malfoy Manor, the other evening. She wasn’t sure how well the muggles would react if they had a floating, non-corporeal chain between them.