And yet another quiet morning crept up on the inhabitants of the seaside safe house. Hermione could see the beginnings of the bright rays of sunshine hitting the water. She could almost see the rest of her life stretching out before her, one purposeless day after another until she finally met her sticky end. Unending boredom was causing her to grow entirely too macabre in her thinking. She shook her head to try to knock some of the worst thoughts out. Glancing up, she noticed the window she'd opened before she went to bed hadn't been touched. Though the weather there was rarely unbearably warm, she insisted on going to sleep the night before with the window opened just a crack. Waking up to the smell of the ocean was something she was sure she would never tire of. Huddled under all of the covers, Antonin was of a different opinion about the wisdom of leaving the window open. Left up to him, they would be sealed shut, never to be opened again.