She sighed, deciding to push all thoughts of her cantankerous husband out of her head for the time being. By her calculations, she had almost exactly two weeks until the polyjuice potion would be ready for its final ingredient. Two weeks wasn't really all that long if she thought about it. There had been longer stretches in her marriage where they were unable to speak to each other without violent outbursts. She could make it through the next couple of weeks. Once she secured Aberforth his freedom, she wouldn't give another damn what sort of mood her husband was in ever again.