With one final glance back at his mother’s portrait, he followed Hermione back down the stairs and headed in the direction of the library. She had the tea set on a small coffee table in front of a loveseat that she had positioned facing the fire but instead of sitting on the couch, she grabbed her mug and plopped down on the shag rug in front of the flame. He took up a place next to her but in lieu of reaching for her, he pulled his knees to his chest and stared ahead.