Thorfinn was seated at his usual barstool doing his best to ignore the sounds of the happy children behind him. His two eldest daughters were old enough to join the fun in the village. At each ringing of the bell over the door, his blue eyes cut to the entrance. If he was anxious to see Daisy or Emmy, he certainly didn't seem like it. Taking pity on the man, Hermione sat next to him just as she'd done days earlier. He didn't speak to her, but he didn't insult her either. Progress was indeed being made.