When they woke up in mid-morning, neither of them in a huge hurry to get up, Augustus insisted she eat her fill of a large breakfast waiting outside the door to the room. He was expected back in France by his wife sometime that day, but he wanted to put off that unpleasant and odious task as long as possible. There had been a great deal of love in his marriage in the beginning. He used to believe that nothing would ever be so horrible that they couldn't remain as blissfully naive as they had when they first took their vows. Knowing that she wanted nothing to do with him following his conviction and imprisonment had been a blow. More than once he admitted that one of the few things keeping his mind and sanity intact in Azkaban was the depressing thoughts of how he'd disappointed his family and his worries that he would never have the opportunity to make it up to them. Those hadn't exactly been the cheerful, happy memories that the dementors favored.