Lucio smiled and followed his father to the door, took his hand. Martin began to pack up his things, scraping the mix of paints off his palette with a palette knife. A process easily completed with magic, but he’d always loved doing it by hand...and Lady Malfoy was still lingering nearby. He sensed that she wanted to speak with him privately. Wanting to speak to her too, Martin took his time in beginning the cleaning process.  