The book in her lap was heavy and stiff, rarely opened. Hermione had flipped through its pages, trying to take in new information and failing, her focus trained on her son and his playmates. She and Draco had greeted them all, a group of four children, two boys and two girls, escorted by their proud parents. Hermione recognized them from Draco’s mass of followers. They had been in the last event—she vaguely remembered having seen them sitting close to the throne.