Hermione was growing weary of their daily interactions. In fact, everything about the Ministry of Magic and their magical society at large was tiresome. Contending with her irascible husband's ever-changing moods was difficult enough. She was ready for her mission to be over. One way or another, success or failure, she just wanted to be done. If she could have her one desire, she would be able to push her plan through faster. She hated that she was at the mercy of the polyjuice potion. None of her other ideas were nearly as good. Waiting was a necessity.