"You’ve had eleven years to do anything. I’ve asked, I’ve pleaded, I’ve yelled, and I’ve fought. Now I’m tired." Theo stood abruptly from his chair, the wooden legs scraping against the floor. Rounding the long table, Theo dropped to his knees next to her. Taking her hand in his, he gave Hermione a squeeze that she didn’t return. The bags under her eyes were more prominent than he’d noticed in years and his heart quenched at how much he’d ignored recently.