In the center of the room, taking up much of the space, was an elaborate pensieve. Her husband bought it for her as a gift ten years earlier in a selfish attempt to get her to stop working so much. If she was able to review her interrogations from home to be sure she hadn't missed any critical information instead of using a pensieve kept in the Ministry, he assumed that she would be able to participate more in the running of their home, more in the development of their only child. His plan failed, to his great disappointment. She might have been downstairs more often, but that didn't mean she took a more active role in their family. Work was much more important.