With that taken care of, Hermione tucked her mobile into her robes and exited the bedroom. She bypassed her daughter's room knowing that if she saw her precious face, her will to go through with this would fly right out the window. Despite the drama that would ensue, she needed to do this. For herself. Anxiously, Hermione waited for Darcy in the living area, perched on the edge of the sofa. It wasn't even a half an hour before there was a quiet knocking on the door. Hermione jumped to her feet and opened the door, a pinched sort of smile on her face.