Five minutes after ten, an annoyed Rabastan appeared only steps away from Hermione. Worried at first that he would spot her, she relaxed when she saw the scowl on his face as he stomped towards the entrance. He really could be a petulant child. Evidently his morning had not gone well. It wasn't much of a stretch to believe he'd just come from his own home instead of one of his simpering mistresses. The thought made her laugh even as she pushed aside her own bitterness. Lord Voldemort's plan to create a stable regime through forcing his Death Eaters to marry created a large number of unhappy marriages. She wondered how many of the ordered marriages would dissolve in the aftermath of his death and how many would continue to limp along, miserable and unfulfilling.