Just after noon Augustus returned to the house in a sour mood. He slammed the front door shut with more force than he intended. His heavy footsteps could be heard through the house as he stomped into the kitchen where Hermione was trying unsuccessfully to read a book at the table. Just like a petulant child, he didn't offer up the reasons for his huffiness. Simply collapsed into the chair across from hers with another deep sigh. He could be frightfully adorable and painfully obnoxious all in the same breath.