Hermione didn't have an opportunity to ask him any questions before their son joined them downstairs. In a similar move to the one she made, Oliver launched himself at his father. Antonin hugged him so tightly that his feet dangled off of the ground. Soft sobs were muffled by the heavy fabric of Antonin's robes. Feeling suddenly emotional and fearing she might burst, Hermione busied her hands and her mind with reapplying the wards her husband had to pull down to enter. When he set Oliver back down on his feet, Antonin kissed the top of his head and playfully ruffled his hair. Tears streaked down their son's face.