But, mostly, she found herself looking into every young face that entered the Three Broomsticks, hoping that Oliver was one of them. He was too young to be allowed out of the castle for Hogsmeade Saturdays, but that didn't mean she didn't hope that she would see him. She wondered if he was doing all right following his last spot of trouble with Professor McGonagall. Every time she started to write him a letter, she stopped herself. The last thing her son needed was to worry about his parents. She wasn't sure what she could say in her letters that would hide the truth from him. Lying was exhausting. It felt wrong to do it to her son. Besides, she didn't know if Antonin was writing him. Would her letters contradict something he'd told him already? It was best that she just leave him be for the moment. He wasn't used to a lot of communication from his mother anyway. It might confuse him even further.