Lucius took a moment to consider the suggestion. While some degree of masculine pride might have otherwise made him brush aside her help; she had to have known at least as much as he did. More was not an impossibility, though it hardly seemed like she did.
"Oh. Actually... yes... there are quite a few in the box."
He waited to hand off the loaded match to Clara before picking up the remainder of the box off of the mantle. He pushed it open with his thumb, revealing stacks upon stacks of the small things.
He didn't need to look sideways to know a small, interested crowd was forming around the fireplace. Lounged on chaises and the fine sofas of Slytherin, the two purists attempting to discover the stolen muggle secret of fire was both a curiousity and a necessity.
However, if they would all just leave for a moment, Lucius swore this would be infinitely easier. "Perhaps if we put them in the fireplace. I believe the red end is the one that shoots fire."
Did honestly no one in Slytherin at present know how to make a match fire?