The delicious breakfast her husband prepared for them that morning churned in her gut. Once when he was very small, Oliver wandered away from them when they were in Diagon Alley. Antonin had been with her and scared out of his mind. Thanks to her detachment from their son and the potions that she took to numb herself to the horror of the world they lived in, she was able to keep a cool head when he was losing his. They'd found him standing in front of The Magical Menagerie fascinated by the collection of owls in the window. Relieved that he was unharmed, Antonin almost wept in public. Without care that he was being watched by the fellow shoppers, he grabbed their son and held him tight against his chest until he could calm down. She remembered being embarrassed by his emotional display. What would the peasants think of seeing them behave like that? Their child or not, she didn't understand what the fuss was about. In that moment, however, she finally understood exactly what her husband was afraid of that day so long ago.