There was no effective way to tell time while she waited. One glance at her husband's watch proved that it had been broken beyond the scope of what a simple reparo could fix. If she was able to survive what was coming, she vowed to take it to the finest wizarding jewelry store to have it completely refurbished. Antonin was the sort of secretly sentimental fool to keep wearing a broken watch that he cherished than to replace it. Sometimes he could be a romantic idiot. The corners of her mouth twisted up into a small smile at the thought.