            Hermione toyed with her saucer, watching how the sunlight reflected off the porcelain as she turned it. Lucius plucked a cookie from the tray. Oatmeal raisin. Her favorite. She ought to just say it. Get it over with, before the anxiety festered. She took a sharp breath and said, without looking up, "I apologize for last night. It was...indecorous of me."