Antonin knew enough not to argue once she set her mind to something. He took a seat at their kitchen table to watch every move she made, disbelief that she was there still plastered on his face. Hermione picked up the kettle to fill it with water from the tap. She was halfway through the entire brewing process before she remembered she didn't have to hide her magic any longer. Not even a cloaked spell was necessary. Removing her old wand from her pocket, she pointed it at the kettle to speed up the heating of the water.