He hadn’t dared text Hermione, worried that even a simple "just confirming you’re coming tonight?" would have unspooled any composure he’d achieved. So he simply hoped she had remembered and spent the rest of the day putting the house to rights before taking Lyra on a walk around the park and then out for ice cream. School would be starting up for her soon — her first year at primary school, which he was trying not to think about lest he get weepy — so he wanted to make the most of their last few weeks of summer together. 