"And today," Richard got up from his bed made from dried leaves and hobbled over to her wall. He picked up a stone Hermione imagined he found outside of the cave and rubbed it against the gypsum wall to make another white line. "One hundred and one days today." He paused and faster than she could say Quidditch, Robert's face crumbled for a second under his dirt caked face and dingy beard, and he turned to face the wall. His voice was thick as he spoke. "I'll be missing my youngest girl's birthday today."