"I don’t know," she answered, glancing up as Antonin and Yaxley came into the room.  "I don’t think so.  I think it’s just his temper showing."  She stood on tiptoe to brush a kiss across his lips and then turned to Antonin as she set her heavy winter cloak aside.  It was mid-December and part of the reason for the excursion – besides just an opportunity to get out of the house – had been to pick up a few things for Christmas, and Hermione was pleased with her choices.