Hermione wasn’t privy to the men’s conversation until Snape hauled her upwards by her hair, allowing her to watch as a quick tap of Lucius’s wand returned her hearing. Hermione was sure Snape had dislodged a clump of her hair from the root, as the pain in her scalp continued to sing out. A nonplussed Lucius just watched noncommittally, his eyes roved over the body in front of him as if he was solving a puzzle.