His voice was a little deeper since she'd last seen him when he was in the infirmary after the suit of armor attack. Sounding more and more like his father, she couldn't help but notice he'd also grown at least a few centimeters. It wouldn't be long before he'd look more like Antonin's brother than his son. Wizarding genes were incredible. Just as she was tempted to stand up and wrap her arms around the young wizard, she stopped herself. It was just another hallucination. Oliver wasn't real. She wasn't old enough to have a son his age.