            Hermione shot him a glare that meant she would use a silencing charm if necessary. With her eyes back on Lucius, she considered her options. Either she could reset the charm, and constrain his whereabouts to what they were previously—London or the manor. Or she could keep him bound to her, force him to stay with them. Perhaps that’s why he was out of breath; after fleeing the Ministry for Merlin knows where, the spell had pushed him back towards her. He wanted to run. She knew that now, even if she didn’t know why.