Antonin stood in the kitchen preparing his favorite simple breakfast of oatmeal. When she entered the room dressed for the day, his eyes widened and he appeared on the verge of demanding that she stay home. There was a definite war within himself whether or not he should allow his wife to leave the safety of their home. Hermione knew his expressions by heart. She gave him an awkward kiss to the cheek and promised him she would be home in time for dinner. If she didn't see for herself what sort of mess Rabastan left her department in, she would drive herself insane with worry. Her pinch of floo powder was in the flames and she was calling out her final destination before he was able to articulate a single word.