"So!" Antonin clapped his hands together and pulled two more parchments out of the folio. "We have here a certificate of examination by one Antonin Andreavitch, with most impressive seals and ribbons and attestments by the Vienna Healer's College that you have no dark magic about you. You should put a hand on the parchment here," he pointed to a place at the bottom of the document.
"And here we have a document certifying you have been examined by an agent in good standing of the Russian Wizarding Council, which I pay good money to be, stating you have no trace of anything dark about you. I think the Russian document is much more impressive. The seals are bigger, and the ribbons much more gaudy." He showed Fleur where to put her other hand on the certificate.
"Now, I shall do a bit of blood magic. You must remain completely still. I will pull that last taint of the sword out of you when I do the binding." He put one hand on her shoulder, and picked up his wand with the other.
"Oh," he interrupted himself, "you never did say if you wanted the certification mark to be visible or not."