Sighing and clearly wishing that he was still back in his own bed, Thorfinn gently pulled her inside. Hermione was pleased to see that the house was back to the same tidy order that Hannah employed while she was alive. Their home looked almost like Hannah would be walking in from the next room any moment. Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes. She pushed down the sorrow and guilt that always accompanied remembering her friend. If she hadn't inflicted herself upon the Hufflepuff maybe she would still be alive. He didn't waste another moment retrieving his silver compact mirror to call for Antonin.