            Lucius pressed his lips together and shifted in his seat, one leg crossing over the opposite knee. His arm slung around the back of her seat, noticeable but not touching her. "I cannot say that my prejudice of muggleborns and muggles vanished overnight. Or that it ever will, completely," he said, so softly she had to lean closer to hear over the din of the ferry. "But I can assure you, Hermione, the war—losing the war—has given me time to consider things."