With no clue to her husband's whereabouts, Hermione spent a great deal of time thinking and wondering where Antonin ran off to. Returning to an empty home was once a feeling that she loved, but it now felt odd. Somehow in the past month she'd gotten used to living with the man again. To not have him in bed next to her, as he had been for the better part of thirteen years, was more unnerving than she wanted to think about.