Once he set his empty glass down on a side table, Antonin leaned across the sofa to gently kiss his wife. He was too tired and drunk to do anything beyond that to her disappointment, but she appreciated that they'd been able to deescalate their discussion before it turned into a row. Life with Antonin since she returned to Hogsmeade in May had been very different. She frequently had to push down the bubble of regret that threatened to consume her when she thought about all that they'd missed out on.