It was a relief to see Hermione managed to find some instances of joy during the darkness Harry told her she’d been consumed by. Heart aching slightly knowing he’d been the cause of her despair, he turned away from the smiling faces only to be stopped by the sight of a flickering candle on a stand by the sofa. Moving forward, he tilted his head as he took in the display. Atop the stand sat a teacup, painted blue with silver stars and trimming. It was a beautiful specimen of a cup, one he knew Hermione must find enchanting. It was then that he noticed the moving picture sitting behind the teacup and next to the candle. He recognized the wizard in the frame, narrowing his eyes as he quickly glanced around the room once more.