"So we should have just owled Voldemort a selection of science fiction novels, then, and maybe a maybe a few non-fiction books on science and technology, and the whole war might have been avoided?" she asked Malfoy as she returned his grin, trying to politely ignore the way he flinched at Voldemort's name on her lips – his whole self shrank and blanched at the name, his cool eyes filling with fear and his lips whitening as he pressed them closed for a brief moment. Then he cleared his throat and summoned a faint, wry smile, the fear well-disguised, if not banished.