An odd sort of truce crept up between Augustus and Hermione following their early morning conversation. He was still being frustratingly tight-lipped about how he knew about her botched plan, but it helped to lessen the thick cloud of tension that permeated every corner of the safe house. At times it was almost choking. No one knew what to say to each other or what to do. If forced to remain in those conditions for much longer, Hermione was afraid they would all eventually go mad. It was a fate that didn't look forward too, especially not after having the memory charms polluting her brain removed.