Twelve years of odd orders from his mother that made little sense kept Oliver from asking too many questions. For a little boy who lived in an adult's world, much like his mum had once upon a time, he was used to being dismissed by adults. He picked up his book and disappeared through the door to the lounge. When she was satisfied that he was gone, Hermione carefully pulled down the wards covering the back door. She wouldn't be out there long. Rodolphus wouldn't linger.