Always having a blade in arms length was the lesson Voldemort taught his Death Eaters that Lucius never forgot. His nostrils flared from the relief he felt when his hand closed around the hilt of the blade. "Cheeky little bitch," Lucius lunged forward, and swung the knife at her in a hook motion. He aimed for the throat, but missed as Hermione was able to step far enough back that the dagger lodged itself in her left arm.