Uncertainly, she gave him hers. He tapped his wand to her wrist. A mark surfaced there—she held her breath, thinking with distaste of the hideous Dark Mark, but this was only the Malfoy crest, to her relief, and no bigger than her thumbnail. She had seen it before, when she had visited his family when they both had been children. A new addition had been made. A beautifully illustrated little blue finch was in one corner peering out at her with bright black eyes.