Oliver didn't run away from her when they reached the beach like she half-expected him to. With the chance to finally run and blow off some of the steam she knew had been accumulating inside of him, he chose instead to keep close to his mother. There was a smile on his face even if he wasn't running and playing like the child he still was. It was nice to experience the joy of a simple walk with her son. Before she ran away, they rarely spent any time together. When she wasn't working an ungodly number of hours at the Ministry, she was away from home completing missions for the Dark Lord or honestly, doing whatever she could to keep away from her Hogsmeade home. She didn't find a lot of happiness in that space.