Remus stared after Lucius for several long moments, fingers curling tightly against his side. Rich, sodding git. He felt his teeth grit for several seconds before an idea came to him. It was a ridiculous, bloody awful idea but he couldn't help himself in feeling almost like it was in order to pay respect to his friends. A smirk touched his lips before he headed off to see if he could spot Potter among the students.

They needed to talk.

It might not have been difficult, later, to figure out exactly who had managed to dye both of the Malfoy's clean white hair a brilliant hot pink that seemed to stubbornly remain no matter what sort of spell was done to it, but given that Potter was in class and Remus just so happened to be teaching that class when it actually went off, it would be very difficult to prove.