Oliver watched her over his plate of eggs. She sometimes wished she could read her son's mind, but since he reminded her so much of herself at times, it was probably best that she couldn't. He was entirely too curious for his own good. Antonin would have to keep a close eye on him to keep him out of the same trouble his mum used to get in. Truthfully, it was something of a miracle that she survived her adolescence at all. There were many opportunities chasing Harry around where the outcome could've been vastly different.