She shrugged her shoulders, not even the faintest hint of a clue what she would do next. Put as much distance between herself and the last known location of Antonin Dolohov was a certainty. Augustus moved to the edge of the bed to sit with his feet on the floor. He appeared as if he wanted to do nothing more than reach for her to bring her back into his bed, but he didn't make a move. With a wave of his wand, a small bag flew through the air straight into his hands. When Hermione met his eye again, he tossed it into her hand.