She'd had Christmas dinner with her parents just hours earlier. They asked too many impertinent questions about the sort of quality education that could be had at Hogwarts. Worried that their grandson wasn't going to be entering the best school possible when he began the following fall, they weren't shy about wondering out loud whether or not he wasn't more suited to going to a Muggle school instead. Though they didn't know the extent of the danger and violence that existed in the world their daughter was a part of, they knew enough to worry. Antonin was calm, even patient in his assurances that there was no better education to be had than at the school both of Oliver's parents attended. Hermione had been less kind. She and her husband were only just able to keep from starting a riotous row until they got home. When they did, she stormed out of the cage she lived in in Hogsmeade and Apparated to the Lestrange Estate. She knew for a fact that Rodolphus was temporarily hiding back in his old home and he was always much more exciting than her husband.