Some days she wondered if there was ever a more contradictory person than Hermione Granger Dolohov. Surely it was further evidence of madness that she was always changing her mind. She was the bad stereotype of a woman who couldn't make a decision and stick with it, except in her case it was much more serious. She loathed her husband in one moment, took comfort from him in the next. Wished her son had never been born one day and then couldn't imagine her life without him another. She would want to run as far away from her home as she could and then she would want to stay there forever. One second she didn't want to know what was wrong with her, the next second it was all she could do to keep from seeking out every single specialist she knew. It was a wonder she hadn't blown up with all of the indecisiveness. Or that Antonin hadn't snapped and strangled her yet.