On a good day, he would be kind and caring, reminiscent of the boy she had fallen in love with growing up. On a neutral day, he seemed to forget Hermione even existed. And on the worst days, she’d be left in a pile of tears. Far too many times, Theo had stumbled upon her during the aftermath. In the beginning, she’d made far too many excuses for his behaviors. She constantly gave him grace and forgiveness that he didn’t deserve. After all, she hadn’t actually lost anyone during the war had she? What did she know about how to heal from the kind of pain that losing a brother caused? Neither facts she could ever forget, as he reminded her often. Like any time she even questioned his shite attitude.