            Lucius’s weight suddenly left the bed, and Hermione looked up, surprised to find him standing before her. A finger tucked beneath her chin, holding her still, forcing her to meet his eyes. "One step at a time, my dear. I am closing in on a lead on the genie lamp, and I expect to have it in a matter of days. We can focus on the prophecy after the ritual is complete." After. It sounded so easy when he said. Hermione’s lips parted, about to argue, when he spoke again in that low, calming voice. "Would it help if we planned the details of the ritual? We can go over the details and pick a day for the event."