The quill scratching on parchment and the flip of the pages of the heavy book reminded her so much of her son completing his daily lessons that more than once she had to close her eyes tightly and breathe. Had to remind herself that she wasn't back in Hogsmeade. Her husband wasn't about to storm through the door of the kitchen to remind her how she had failed to live up to his expectations. She wasn't about to have to send her son away to his room with a silencing spell on the door to prevent him from witnessing the very worst of the rows between his parents.