As Theo came into view, Hermione found herself smiling despite having been unable to do so mere moments before. When he realized who stood in the entryway, Theo stopped abruptly and ran a hand through his dark, disheveled hair. His shuddered exhale was loud enough to reach her ears and she swallowed back her nerves and held out her hand to him. Without a word, he walked forward and took her outstretched hand. Cold fingers slid between hers and she squeezed lightly in what she hoped was a reassuring way. Steadily, she met his gaze and prepared to set the fates in motion.