Sitting around the hated cottage waiting for Antonin to come back from wherever he'd run off to was only going to drive her mad. Determined to remain as sane as possible, Hermione decided it had been too long since she wandered aimlessly through Diagon Alley by herself. In the middle of a Saturday afternoon she could feel comforted by the fact that the wizarding shopping district would be crowded. Maybe she would get strange looks from those who actually believed the drivel the Daily Prophet printed, but at least there would be enough witnesses to discourage any physical attacks. She hoped so anyway. Scribbling off a short note to her husband, she left before she could talk herself out of going.