The first thing she did upon arriving was to visit her son. Lucio was bored, an open book lying off to the side utterly ignored as he stared out the window with his elbows propped on the sill, one hand with a finger extended drawing on the glass, the other supporting his head. He hummed to himself merrily. His door had been open, so Hermione paused at the doorway and watched, her heart softening.