Antonin stood to his feet. If they were going to have one of their passionate rows like old times, he wasn't going to do so seated. He liked to use his height to his advantage. Maybe there was a time in her life when he used to be able to intimidate her by looming over her, but no longer. Determined to prove that she wasn't afraid of him any longer, Hermione closed the space between them. There would be no shrinking away. Not again. He seemed every bit as determined as she to take control of the argument. After he took a deep breath, he stared with the same hard expression that terrified his would-be victims.