The playdates became a common occurrence within the manor, and so once and sometimes twice a week, Lucio had company that was his own age, and he reveled in it. Though they stayed in the nursery much of the time the sounds of young, excited voices leaked out into the hall. Even if they were heavily muffled by the door one could tell the children were having a good time. That was all Hermione had hoped for—it felt a little easier to breathe every time she heard it.