It had been a month of wedded bliss, due largely to the fact that Herimione saw him very little, if at all. He rose much earlier than she did and came to his chambers far after she had already gone to sleep. It was as though he purposefully kept to his office as much as possible. During this time, she wandered the castle unsupervised, exploring in ways she never did as a student, free to break curfew as much as she wanted. Even during her rounds as Prefect, she had dutifully stayed to her assigned path and hardly strayed. 