He didn't want to hear her words any more than she wanted to say them. It was important, however, that the parents not undermine each other in regards to their son. She had to support Antonin's wishes even if they annoyed her too. With a scowl and a petulant huff, Oliver got up from the sofa. Every melodramatic stomp of his feet up the stairs threatened to make his mother laugh. Hermione was able to hold it in until she heard the slam of his bedroom door. Though neither one of them would ever admit it, Oliver inherited a touch of the dramatics from both of his parents.