"There’s something bothering me." He holds a cup of coffee in one hand, their third cigarette pressed between his thumb and the handle. His other hand props up his chin in thought. Hermione has moved to the settee, draped over it with her hands cradling her head. She moves slightly to meet his eyes, so large in the dark. Bright blue with pupils fully dilated. So full of life and wonder. "The type of time travel you would have experienced would be impossible. Even a timing turner, or whatever you called it, isn’t in the Ministry’s possession."