And there it was. He had been brave all morning though she had known behind that sweet little face, worry lay in a tangled heap. They had gone from store to store—she had shown him some of her favorite books from when she had been his age, and they had looked over art supplies and Quidditch gear and cats and several toy stores. She had bought anything he showed even the slightest interest in, but he had not shown any strong emotion other than agreeing quickly to get a cold treat after she had heard his tummy rumble. 