For the rest of the day and into the evening, Oliver was never far, always watching, waiting. She knew it unnerved him to have his father outside in the world when he didn't know the details of what was happening either. For a reason that she couldn't understand yet, Antonin cancelled all delivery of the Daily Prophet, so they didn't even have the facts that the regime wanted them to know to read. Or maybe it was all so chaotic out there that the newspaper wasn't being printed regularly. Hermione couldn't be sure. When she would stand at the windows of her home looking out at the small corner of the village she could see, she never saw any movement or anything indicating the world was falling apart around them.