"I— I miss that house, in Tuscany. We’d go, whenever we could. Me and Blaise. It was for me and Blaise, because he loved it. I said that the others ditched us, but really, we’re the ones that ditched them." Hermione doesn't say anything, just watches him, the curve of his jaw, the jut of his nose.  "He always took the master bedroom, I took the second. We flipped a coin. There’s a little orchard there, too. Oranges and some grapes. He wanted to make wine once, but we ended up eating more than we picked. We got bored. We never made it. I don't even know how," he laughs. "I don't even know how to make wine."