            The rest of the day passed in delicate quiet, to Hermione’s surprise. Lucius spent most of the day in the bedroom he’d chosen, occasionally popping into the sitting room to retrieve a stack of books from the chest by the window. Sirius, to his credit, kept the snide comments to a minimum. He only broke his streak twice—once while Hermione thrust the ingredients for a sandwich into Lucius’s hands, and the blonde wizard called her a poor excuse for a house witch, then again as Lucius’s gaze lingered while she knotted her hair on the top of her head. But no magic was spilt, and no binding spells had to fly out.