            Lucius was staring at the archway with a curious expression. Lips parted, eyes sharp and focused. Like it was beautiful. Like how he looked at her, sometimes. Hermione blushed and cleared her throat, and finally Lucius returned to her. "I think no one is ready, when they dive into the dark for the very first time." He strode towards her, footsteps echoing. He picked up the lamp, then her wand. With gentle fingers, he took hold of her hand and placed the slender wood inside them. "Let us bring forth the light."