When she no longer had the act of packing to keep her from delaying her exodus any longer, Hermione took one last look at the room that had been her short-term home. She knew she wouldn't be back. Downstairs many of the villagers were gathering for an early lunch. Just like a trusty hound, Thorfinn sat on his usual barstool surveying the main room. His eyes fell on her, but he didn't say a word or even nod in her direction. She was taking a big risk leaving Hogsmeade. If Antonin discovered where she was going, and she was positive that he would, it might be the final nail in the coffin of their marriage. Some things were unforgivable.