He felt the quick squeeze of his hand and he wasn't sure what to make of it. There was a brief confusion in his eyes before that disappeared. Often he had seen his parents do the same thing when they felt the other needed the support. It was always subtle, but enough for them to relax of give them the strength to do what they needed to do. Pansy had been the same way at one point, but not anymore.

"I wouldn't know where to begin," he admitted. His parents had a variety of books, but he never paid them any attention.