She fired off too many questions at once, but the last rang in his ears. Was he happy? The answer depended on which life she referred to. "You and Father spoiled me rotten," he teased. He dared to sit next to her though he left space between them. "Toys, sweets, brooms..." Lucius had reminded him of a simpler time before everything went to hell. "I tried very hard to please you and Dad." He chuckled. "You were infinitely easier in that area. I've been very grateful for you in our time." He couldn't bear to tell her why or touch on academics. How could he explain the war and what it did to their family? What it did to his near perfect marks? It felt like a lie by omission, but how could he dump all that on her?