            The next day, Hermione repeated her schedule of glowering at the Veil and later ambling up the cafeteria for a four o’clock lunch. She wasn’t looking for Lucius—Merlin, she’d started calling him that in her head now—and she certainly didn’t want his help. It was merely practical. And besides, he hadn’t even been there when she arrived in the cafeteria. Probably off in London, charming some muggle shopkeeper into selling him a cursed dagger.