"Threats?" Mr. Fawley scowled and stepped back. "You would dare? I'll have my son checked over by more competent healers at St. Mungos." He strode over to Lucas and wrenched him up by his arm. The younger man cried out as his father jostled some of his unhealed burns. "It seems we cannot trust Hogwarts to look after the children properly. Come along, Chantel."