The flat seemed much emptier without even Lynx.  He'd never realized how big it was, or how the sound of the faucet seemed to echo.  He let out a deep exhale and tried to make a plan.   Apologizing seemed pointless, and if he went back to the Manor to tell his father off, he'd probably just end up ensnared by the sparrow he'd released.  The thought of the sparrow, however, gave him an idea.  Hermione had hated the idea of the little sentient birds caught in a cage and sold as pets and he'd told her they could go and free the rest once the Jean issue was taken care of.  He could do that now for her.