She spent a pleasant day with her husband and son inside their home. Antonin made certain that Oliver stayed quiet while his mother slept. It was a routine he'd grown used to when he was younger. Even without taking one of the safe, apparently non-habit forming potions that Antonin kept in stock in their bathroom, Hermione was able to rest until well after noon. Only the smell of the roast chicken cooking downstairs in the kitchen woke her up. Thanks to the long interview with Mrs. Nott, she'd forgotten to eat. The small family shared a lovely meal.