Hermione waddled into the room only to be ushered into to chair by Morgan. She was only a month away from being a mother of two. Draco fussed around her getting her a drink of non-alcoholic cider and cheese straw. Scorpius stood tall in his suit; the young Malfoy heir was a very serious boy like his father had been, but not nearly so arrogant or isolated. Hermione had ensured that Scorpius had a balanced childhood. He could run wild with other children; he could climb trees with Cedar or chase a snitch for hours with Henry, just as easily as he could converse in French with grandmother or brew potions with his father.