Breakfast was a muted affair. Though he wouldn't come right out and admit so where the boy could hear, Augustus was going to miss having Oliver in his home. Perhaps not his parents, but he enjoyed the experience of having one so young in his house again. Azkaban, and his poor decisions, robbed him of the chance of getting to really know his sons. When it was time for the Dolohovs to take their leave, Augustus almost cried when Oliver's arms wrapped around his middle. Knowing that he was about to return to a solitary existence without the bright light he'd enjoyed for a month couldn't have been easy. He was more composed when Hermione kissed his cheek and Antonin shook his hand.