Other times thoughts would sneak up on him when he least expected it. In the mornings when he would make his coffee with just a tad too much sugar, he would remember Hermione teasing him about his sweet tooth and lamenting about what her teeth healer parents would surely say. Thoughts of her were always there.  They were in the cool breeze as summer gave way to fall, Hermione’s favourite season. In the jumper he kept that she had cried into the last time they spoke. She was there in the lavender and vanilla muggle shampoo in his shower. 