Antonin looked up from the robes he was folding to smile when she entered the room and closed the door behind her. The door to their large shared cupboard was open, clothing separated in piles on the floor. Ordinarily he was a fastidious enough man that he wouldn't allow the clutter, but this was special. When she realized the discarded clothing consisted almost entirely of the dark, heavy robes they wore as Death Eaters, she almost laughed. Maybe they could make a large bonfire with the rubbish when they were done.