Antonin's voice pulled Hermione out of her thoughts. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen sipping at a cold cup of tea, her mind was indeed miles away. Her husband was worried. There seemed to be a perpetual frown on his face when he looked in her direction, a wrinkle in his forehead indicating that he was concerned. She tried to brush it off, but he wasn't a fool. After he asked her a second time, she knew she had to give him some sort of answer.